Teacher's captive virgin - erotic stories, sex tales



The process of growing up and passing through adolescence has been characterized by great inner turmoil, uncertainty, and tremendous pressures from family, close friends, and peer groups. Certainly, in our multi-faceted society, the problems youths now face seem more marked than ever before.

Amanda is a teenager embarking on her own special journey into adolescence. She finds herself plagued by powerful emotions, sometimes feeling uncertain about her awakening sexuality, sometimes being angered over her youthful misjudgments. It is only through a series of unusual developments that Amanda manages to pull her world into perspective and define her true ambitions and objectives.

TEACHER'S CAPTIVE VIRGIN -- the story of a young American girl coming of age. A lesson to us all and a reminder that the journey to adulthood is a difficult one.



CHAPTER ONE

Amanda heard the low moan from the seat behind her, but she didn't dare turn to take a look. She knew who were back there. Rhonda Peters, her very best friend, and Rhonda's boyfriend. One of her boyfriends. The guy's name was Jim, and he'd been following Rhonda around for months. He'd even joined the Outdoors Club so he could be around her. Amanda wasn't sure he really gave a damn about being outdoors and taking hikes and all that sort of thing.

"Ohhhh," the sigh came again. Unmistakably Rhonda. She even sighed like that when she was talking about sex, much less engaging in it. Amanda shivered, trying to imagine just exactly what was going on back there. Every so often, Mr. Walker glanced in the rear-view mirror. His eyes met hers and Amanda felt an odd flush and blinked rapidly before smiling and looking away.

It had to be her imagination, but she thought Mr. Walker had been watching her more than usual lately. Of course he was responsible for everyone on this outing to the mountains. He was in charge of the Outdoors Club. He was also the coach for Balford High School. They were in his station wagon, all six of them, not counting Mr. Walker's wife, who was bent over a road map with her flashlight in the seat beside him.

"Jimmy," came the moan again and Amanda heard Rhonda squirming around. "Ohhh, Jimmy!"

"There's a restaurant and gas station," Mrs. Walker was saying. "Why don't we step and let the kids stretch and get a snack?"

As Mr. Walker slowed and a passing truck blasted by with its lights blaring, Amanda pretended to stretch, turning just enough to catch a quick glance at Rhonda and Jimmy. She caught a look of her friend's bare thighs, her rumpled skirt and partly unbuttoned blouse. But in that fleeting moment, she caught more too. She had seen how. Rhonda's panty crotch was pulled to the side to expose her plump, darkly fringed cunt lips. There'd been a glossy wetness there, and as Jimmy's hand had quickly withdrawn, Amanda was certain abet seen the same shiny wetness covering his knuckles. This peek into intimacy made Amanda's heart pound furiously. She felt the urgent need to pee.

When she glanced to the side where Sal Dawson was yawning and blinking his eyes, she noticed how tight his jeans looked at the crotch. With a start, she realized that the boy had a hard-on. Rhonda had spent many hours telling her about such miracles as that. Amanda, though, had never laid eyes on an honest-to-god male cock. Not in the flesh.

"Okay, kids," Mrs. Walker was chirping. "Get out and stretch. We'll meet you in the coffee shop over there."

Everybody piled out of the station wagon except Rhonda and Jimmy. Amanda was having a hard time keeping her mind off what she'd just seen. She wandered back behind the car, keeping her eyes on the back window. Rhonda had her arms around Jim's neck, and they were kissing like people did on the day-time soap operas. Jim moved his head around a lot, and so did Rhonda. For an instant, Amanda glimpsed her friend's pink tongue exchanging wetness with the eager young man whose hands always seemed to be moving. Then, the black-haired beauty threw her head back to expose her long, graceful neck. Amanda edged closer to the station wagon. They seemed too involved in what they were doing to notice her.

"Ohh my!" Amanda gasped, seeing that Rhonda's dress was pulled up again. But what shocked and thrilled her more was the way Jimmy was pushing his finger between her friend's cuntlips. His finger was actually disappearing! Was he just sliding it under Rhonda's slick mound, or was he actually forcing it up into her body?

Rhonda writhed furiously, when Jimmy moved his hand. Her head flopped weakly on the boy's shoulder. Even through the glass, Amanda could see the small shiverings, the long, clutching fingers of Rhonda's pretty hands against Jim's back.

Through the partly opened window Amanda could hear more now.

"Rhonda, you're so wet!"

"Ohhhh, Jimmeeee! Ohhhh, do it slow like that. I think I'm... I'm gonna... gonna..."

"That damned Mr. Walker is gonna be looking for us pretty soon. He's been giving me funny looks. I think he knows we're not just sitting back here with our hands in our laps."

Rhonda giggled through her sigh. "Your hand is in my lap." She bit her lip, tossing her hair in a sophisticated way. "Ohhhhh, wow, that's nice!"

Amanda hurried away from the back of the station wagon. She was weak in the knees and feeling a little irritated at her best friend. She wasn't sure exactly why. Unless she was just a bit envious. But then Amanda never invited the hungry looks of boys. She had always tried to avoid such activity. Her mother had always told her how wrong it was to be a flirt. She even felt guilty when a boy tried to hold her hand.

As she started into the restaurant, she saw Mr. Walker rise from his chair and survey the customers. He was counting heads as usual, and when he discovered that Rhonda and Jim had not yet come into the place, he'd be out looking for them. Amanda hurried back to the station wagon, tapping discreetly on the window as she saw Rhonda's heavy-eyed expression.

The two of them seemed to snap back to the consciousness of the real world, and Rhonda jerked her skirt down and wriggled toward the door. Amanda told her what was up, and the two of them jogged toward the roadside eatery. Rhonda had taken Amanda's hand, and Amanda noticed how damp it was, how it trembled.

"Thanks for the warning," Rhonda panted as they saw Mr. Walker coming out of the place. He saw Rhonda, smiled and waved and went back inside. Rhonda breathed a sigh of relief. "I think he knows what's up."

"What is up?" Amanda wanted to know.

"Jim and I can't seem to keep our hands off each other." Rhonda thought this funny. "Well, it is such a long, boring trip."

"Not for you two, apparently."

They couldn't talk while sitting at the table with the rest of the gang. Amanda was very aware of the fact that she and Rhonda were the only females on this trip. She didn't count Mr. Walker's wife. Her femininity seemed watered down. She was more a nag than anything else. The four boys along kidded them good naturedly, Jim joining in as if to divert attention from the fact that he was getting very chummy with Rhonda in the back seat of the station wagon.

Later, in the restroom, Rhonda confided in Amanda as they splashed cold water on their faces.

"Jim has just about fingerfucked me out of my mind. I was almost going to come when you warned us."

"You were?" Amanda had only heard about such a phenomenon. A climax, an orgasm, coming. She liked the last term best. It had a slangy, sexy sound. Coming. Though ashamed to admit it, Amanda was extremely curious about what happened when a girl came.

"I hope you two don't get caught. You know how prudish Mrs. Walker is. She doesn't even like to ace kids holding hands in public."

"But Mr. Walker has noticed." Rhonda grinned. "And he didn't say anything."

"Are you sure?"

"That's not all he's noticed." Rhonda was brushing her luxuriant black hair. "You should've seen the way he was looking at you as you bent over to pick up a duffel bag when we were loading."

"That's silly. He's a married man."

"Uh-huh." Rhonda's knowing look confused Amanda. When they were back in the car again, Rhonda made sure that Amanda squeezed in back with her and Jimmy. "That guy Ralph is a little too interested in what we're doing. Let him sit up there with Sal and Evan."

They were back on the highway again, and as soon as they'd waited awhile, Rhonda and Jimmy began going at each other like no one was around. Amanda was more shocked than ever, now that she was sitting in the same seat with them. It was impossible not to look. The way Jimmy's hand slipped around under Rhonda's skirt until the skimpy plaid thing was tangled around her waist. The way he squeezed her tits inside her blouse so Mr. Walker wouldn't catch him. And all the while their teacher's eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror. Amanda felt flushed and squirmy. Maybe it was Rhonda's writhing that was causing that. Amanda sighed and chewed her lip.

Looking down as a truck passed them, the reflected light clearly illuminated her best friend's lap. Again, Jim had pulled her pink panties to one side, revealing the fringe of dark curls on each of her cuntlips and the pink, delicate gloss between. Rhonda's cunt seemed swollen. As if the soft insides wanted to push out like some strange flesh flower. Amanda thrilled at the thought. She glanced down again, taking advantage of every passing car now.

That time she'd clearly seen Jim's finger penetrating Rhonda's body. Though they had not discussed it Amanda had always assumed Rhonda was a virgin like herself. Now she wasn't so sure. Because Jim was poking and stabbing with his middle finger and when he held it deep, Rhonda breathed raggedly and her hips rocked from side to side. Somehow she managed to keep her face a bland mask. But Amanda could hear what she was whispering to the boy beside her.

"Yesss... ohhhh, Jimmy, yes!"

"You gonna come?" he wanted to know.

"I think so. It's tickling wonderfully now! Ohhhh my! Ohhhh woweeee!"

"Don't carry on too much. That damned bastard is trying to figure out why you're wiggling around so much back here."

"I am not wiggling."

"Like hell you're not." Jim eased his finger out of her and Amanda stared with wonder at the glistening wetness that coated his knuckles. She knew that every girl was wet inside her, but she hadn't expected to see that much lubrication on Jim's skin. It made her tingle again. Though she'd never touched herself very intimately, she wondered if her slit was as well-lubricated as her friend Rhonda's was.

"Uhhhh, uhhhhh, Jimmy!" Rhonda gasped, grasping his wrist with both hands as if to guide him. The boy panted, excited by her clutching fingers, mesmerized by her feminine hunger. So engrossed in his petting was he that Amanda was sure the boy was hardly aware of her presence. And Rhonda seemed to have forgotten her too.

"You're not gonna holler, are you?" Jim whispered.

"... try not... ohhh, ohhhh, Jimmeeee, you don't know how that feels!"

"I've been doing this so long my balls ache," he panted back. Amanda saw another car approaching and as the lights flicked by, she looked down to see the swollen lump Jimmy was talking about. His Levi's were stretched taut and the way his hips moved on the seat gave Amanda a giddy, breathless feeling. She knew the rudiments of sex. And she knew what Jim's thrusting movements meant.

"Find me something to bite on," Rhonda panted. "A pencil... anything."

"Here's my ballpoint pen," Jim whispered, jerking it from his shirt pocket. Amanda heard the crunching sound as her friend's teeth broke through the plastic. She was making husky humming sounds deep in her throat, and her eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Then Amanda watched with wonder as Jim's slickened finger slid in and out very fast, the movement making a slurpy, sucking sound as Rhonda's cunt tightened around his knuckles.

It was the violence of Rhonda's last spasms that excited and awed Amanda. She'd heard about how wild lovemaking could be. But she'd never suspected that it could make a girl act so totally uncontrolled. Rhonda chewed the ballpoint pen into fragments as she clutched Jim's wrist with both hands and plunged her hips against his probing fingers. As another car streaked past, Amanda was able to see the small pink nub peeking from the highest point of her friend's, slit. It made a wet, smacking sound whenever Jim caressed it with his thumb. Amanda noticed with some excitement that Jim's thumb looked as slippery wet as Rhonda's swollen slit!

"... Nhhhuuhhhhhh," Rhonda breathed, the pen cracking again as she chewed down on it. Then she seemed to go limp and her ass did a little dance against the seat, wiggling and thrusting and rolling in jerky circles as Jim continued to slide his finger in and out of her body. By now Amanda was certain that Rhonda had lost her cherry. It was hard to say when this had happened.

In the seat in front of them, Ralph and Sal were laughing over some private joke, gesturing eagerly as they pointed out the window. Evan was dozing, his head down on his chest. In the front seat, Mrs. Walker was perusing a map again. But her husband, alert behind the wheel, had given Amanda a long look in the rear-view mirror. Coming when it did, the look made her tremble and flush.

"Oh wow," Rhonda sighed, taking the pen from her mouth. She had to spit put a few tiny pieces of plastic. Jim frowned at what was left of the ballpoint when she handed it to him. Rhonda gave him an apologetic shrug. "If I hadn't had that thing to bite on, I would have screamed my head off." Jim managed a smile.

"Yeah, okay."

"Thank you, Jimmy," Rhonda said, giving his hand a squeeze. "That was really neat."

"Wish I could say the same," Jim told her. As he changed his position in the seat, he gave a groan of pain. Rhonda's cheeks colored delicately.

"I can't do anything here."

"I guess not." For the first time he glanced towards Amanda. She shut her eyes as if she were slumbering. Her mind was whirling with confusing thoughts and her heart hadn't even started to slow down.

They got to the campground late, and, as the boys started setting up one of the three large tents they'd brought, Mr. Walker unloaded the remaining gear from the roof of the station wagon. Helping him, Amanda caught her heel on a tree root and staggered back. Mr. Walker caught her, his hand pressing against her belly. Even through her sweater, she could feel the heat of his palm and the sensation made her feel odd.

"Sorry, Mr. Walker," she apologized.

"Call me Alan." His hand stayed on her belly. "We're not in a classroom now."

"Thanks for catching me." As she turned, Alan Walker's hand slipped over the swell of one breast and Amanda quickly pulled away, struggling to regain her composure. She was embarrassed for more than one reason. The unexpected caress, accidental as it may have been, had made her cunt throb and tingle. It embarrassed her too, for anyone to know just how flat-chested she was. Swallowing hard, tossing her mane of blond hair, Amanda went back to the unloading. Twice she caught Alan looking at her, once as she bent over, another time as she stretched on tiptoes to slide and their duffel off the rack.

The girls were to sleep in one tent, the boys in another, Mr. Walker and his wife in the third one. But Amanda was restless as she unrolled her bag and sat in the darkness to untie her tennies.

"Boy, am I bushed," Rhonda sighed, jerking off her clothes and stretching her long legs down into her sleeping bag. Amanda searched for the nerve to ask a certain question. The question had been burning in her brain for hours and she knew she wouldn't be able to rest until she heard the answer from Rhonda's lips.

"Rhonda?"

"Mmmmm?"

"What did it feel like? I mean... when Jimmy made you."

"Ohh, I know what you're asking. You want to know what it felt like to come?"

"Yes!"

"Good. So good that I could talk about it all night and you still wouldn't have the vaguest notion of just how good."

"That g-g-good?" Amanda whispered, her cunt throbbing.

"Yes. That good!" Rhonda yawned and turned over. "Night."

Cupping three fingers against her panty-covered mound, Amanda breathed out. "Night."

CHAPTER TWO

Amanda tried sleeping like that, her fingers pressing, but not rubbing her cunt. It was against everything she'd been taught to even consider exciting herself, though she had heard of such things. She imagined that girls did to themselves what Jimmy had done to Rhonda. That was daring enough. To imagine how it had felt to Rhonda to have that boy's finger sliding in and out of her body was mind-boggling.

A girl was supposed to let her husband take care of such details. And Amanda didn't think she'd be married for quite some time. After all, she was just a kid.

Turning onto her side, then to her back, she tried to drift off. But the day's activities had excited and puzzled her. She wasn't the least bit sleepy. When she heard someone walking around outside and saw the beam of a flashlight touch their tent, she shut her eyes anyway.

"Rhonda?" It was Jimmy, kneeling just inside the flap door of the tent. He touched Rhonda's sleeping bag and Amanda heard her friend stir, "Rhonda, wake up," the boy whispered.

"Jimmy, you shouldn't be here."

"Can't sleep," was his reply. Amanda faked a snore. She was curious to see what Jim wanted at this time of night. He moved forward on hands and knees, the flashlight turned off now. Rhonda made room for him on her side of the tent, scolding him all the while for taking such a chance.

"If Mr. Walker found out you were in here..."

"He won't." There was a rustling as Jim kissed her, then took her hand and pulled it down his stomach.

"I don't think I should do this," Rhonda hissed in the darkness... The moon slid out from under the clouds that and the material of the tent let some of the light through. Amanda held her breath as she saw that Jim had already worked his jeans down in the dimness, she could make out the dark shape of his cock. She remembered to keep on snoring, taking quick looks whenever she got the chance.

"Ohhhh wow, that feels good," Jim panted, the noise louder.

"It makes me nervous. God, you're hard!"

"I was hard like this during the whole trip. Playing with you always makes me..."

"Shhhh. You'll wake Amanda up. Just lie there and be still."

"That's not easy."

"Well try. Is this how you like it?"

Amanda could hear the steady slap, slap of Rhonda's curled fingers as they rose and fell. Now she could see what her friend was doing. She was firmly grasping Jim's rigid cock, sliding the skin up and down his shaft. Whenever Rhonda's fingers came up against the flared part of his tip, the boy gasped. Amanda was able to see more dearly how he was put together as he turned partly on one aide. He was breathing fast and hard.

"You're shaking like a leaf." Rhonda whispered.

"Ohhh, Rhonda, that's the nicest thing in the world."

"You'd better get me a handkerchief. I don't want this yucky stuff all over my sleeping bag."

"Uhhh, uhhhhhhhh!" was Jim's only reply.

"Aren't you going to give me that hanky?" Rhonda asked.

"Why don't you let me make love..."

"Shhh. If you keep carrying on like that, Amanda is sure to hear."

"Aw come on, Rhonda. We've been talking about it for a long time."

"I'm not sure I want to." Her fingers moved slower now as she frowned, thinking.

"Why not? You know it'd feel good."

"But you don't even have anything to use. And you know what can happen."

"It's not all that easy to get a girl pregnant," he argued, still writhing as Rhonda's fingers squeezed just behind the head of his cock.

"Like hell! That's what a guy always says. He doesn't have to worry."

"Ohhhhh wow, Rhonda! Ohhhhh God!"

"Where's that damned hanky?"

Amanda took all of this in, her heart beating faster than ever now. It wasn't easy to keep her little act going, but she knew if she stopped making snaring noises, the two of them would stop. Turning slightly, she was able to see Jim's cock more clearly than ever. It was well over six-inches long and the head was dark and very swollen. Like a knob of stretched flesh. Rhonda's long, white fingers made a sexy contrast as they moved rapidly up and down. And Jim's eyes had become glazed, his mouth hanging open. Amanda realized she was about to witness a male climax for the very first time in her life.

Rhonda snatched a scarf from where she'd piled her clothing. Jim was starting to moan deep in his throat now and his legs kicked weakly up and down as the black-haired beauty's hand continued to rise and fall on his throbbing cock. Holding the scarf near, Rhonda leaned on one elbow, her eyes wide with excitement as she watched Jim's squirming pleasure.

"Now," he panted, hips thrusting wildly. "God damn it, now!"

Instead of hurrying the poor boy into his ecstasy, Rhonda slowed her pumping fingers. Amanda had forgotten to keep snoring, but didn't think it mattered -- Jim was making so much noise as he kicked at Rhonda's sleeping bag and clawed at her arm.

The head of his cock looked like a fat mushroom. It swelled bigger before Amanda's nervous gaze. Then Rhonda's fingers slipped down almost to Jim's balls, jerked quickly upwards again. She repeated this movement once every second. Amanda was counting to herself. Then the dark blue cockhead exploded. Or it seemed to. White foam boiled out of the little slit at the tip. A streak of white lurched into the air then, splatting down wetly onto the scarf Rhonda held open. But some of it hung across her wrist, and Rhonda cursed as she tried to catch the next spurt. Jim growled and thrashed, his hips lurching as if he wanted to fuck the squeezing circle of Rhonda's fingers.

"Ohhh be careful, Jimmy! You're getting it all over the place!"

Amanda was trembling now. She'd tried not to let all this affect her too much, but it had. It was as if a door had been closed all her life, and now someone had broken it open. The smells, the moans, the frenzied jerking of Rhonda's fingers were deep, dark secrets she could hardly deal with. Amanda was panting by now, and it wasn't easy to hide her excitement. But she had to keep pretending she was asleep. She couldn't let Rhonda or Jim think she was eavesdropping on their hot little scene.

"Uhhh, uhhhhh, God damn, Rhonda!" Jim's cum was still spurting out, but Amanda saw it wasn't leaping quite so high into the air now, but what a mess it had made. The glistening white strings hung from Rhonda's thin wrist and clung between her fingers. The slick, slurpy sound of her hand sliding up and down the creamy coating of Jim's cock made Amanda shiver inside her sleeping bag. It was a sound like no other. The sound of sex! She remembered vividly how Jim's finger sounded when he'd pushed it in and out of Rhonda's tight cunt hole. This sound was similar and just as sexy.

"Oh, you did make a mess!" Rhonda whined, wiping her hand on Jimmy's t-shirt as he breathed hard to catch his breath. He'd stopped squirming altogether now but Amanda could still see his cock. A last, heavy droplet oozed from the small slit at the tip and dribbled down the length of his shaft. Amanda felt weak and dizzy. Just to look at that thing, to realize that it was shaped like that for one reason only.

"Ohhh," she breathed, closing her eyes tight. But she could still see that thing. And when she saw it, she remembered Rhonda's hole, remembered Jimmy's finger sliding in and out. Then she'd think of his cock going between her best-friend's thighs, finding that soft, slippery place and suddenly thrusting. It was almost too much to bear. She rolled over, turning her back to them. Rhonda shushed Jim, and for a second or two they were motionless. Then Rhonda sighed.

"It's okay, she's still asleep."

"I really don't give a damn," Jim moaned, rolling over.

"You'd better get out of here. If Mr. Walker..."

"He's probably dorking his wife right now," Jim said back.

"I wish you wouldn't talk like that. Can't you be more romantic?"

"Aw hell, I didn't mean anything."

After some squirming around, Amanda knew that Jimmy had gone back to his own tent. She heard Rhonda clean things up and then lie back again. Amanda wasn't very sleepy now that she'd heard all the commotion. And her mind was a confusing turmoil of unanswered questions. At last she pretended to wake up a little, turning to Rhonda in the half-dark tent.

"You still awake?"

"Yeah," Rhonda told her. The sharp aroma of cum still filled the tent. Amanda wrinkled her nose without thinking, and Rhonda noticed. "Smells pretty wild, doesn't it?"

"Yes." Amanda avoided her friend's look. But she was sure Rhonda could read her thoughts. She went ahead with what was on her mind. "Was Jimmy in here just now?"

"You weren't asleep at all, were you?"

"I couldn't. You two were making so much noise."

"Then you knew what was going on?" Rhonda bit her bottom lip slowly, as if tasting it. Amanda nodded slowly, dropping her blond lashes.

"I watched. I'm sorry Rhonda, but..."

"Oh hell, I don't care. Just so you don't spread it around." There was a long moment of embarrassed silence. Amanda was the first to speak.

"It's hard, isn't it? Jim's cock, I mean."

Rhonda thought this funny. "Not all the time. But when it gets hard, it sure as hell won't bend much."

"Is that so it can..." Amanda swallowed hard.

"You guessed it." Rhonda trembled, as if remembering some erotic thrill she'd experienced in the past. "So nice and hard!"

"Rhonda, I've got to ask this. You're not a virgin any more, are you?"

"No, Amanda. I meant to tell you about it, but somehow never got around to bringing it up. Anyway, it wasn't anybody you know."

"Please tell me, please!" Amanda was ashamed of being so obvious. But her mound felt fat with blood and her juices were making her panties very wet and clingy. She squirmed a little in the soft caresses of her sleeping bag, opening and closing her thighs as she worked her trim ass up and down. It felt nice to rub her cunt down against the ground like that.

"You know Tricia Wilcox. Well, her brother..."

"Sammy! You mean you did it with Sammy Wilcox?"

"Shhh." Rhonda frowned. "I don't want everybody in the camp to know about it."

"I guess I assumed you'd done it with Jim."

"Oh hell no. He'd have it all over school in no time. He's got to appreciate me first."

"You've only gone all the way with Sammy Wilcox?"

"And just once, too." Rhonda let out a breath. "I was babysitting at the Johnson place and he dropped in to visit." Rhonda's eyes sparkled. "And the baby was asleep. We watched television, and I wasn't all that interested when he tried to put his arm around my shoulders. He is so young."

"But it happened anyway?"

"Weird, huh? I don't know what came over me. The next thing I knew, he was kind of wrestling me around and I felt him slide my panty crotch over to the side. I thought it was his finger at first, then it hurt and he was kissing me and rubbing like crazy and..." Rhonda sighed again.

Amanda's eyes widened. "You weren't afraid of getting pregnant?"

"Hell, I didn't even know what had happened. All of a sudden it got so itchy and nice down there and I couldn't stop wiggling around. I came, and Sammy came too, and then I started crying. He got embarrassed and left."

Amanda pressed her lips together. "I'll never let anybody do that to me!"

"That's easy to say. But when you get to rubbing around and kissing and feeling and all that, it's not so easy to turn off the juice."

"Well, I sure could make a guy stop. I'm not going to have my name whispered around all over school."

"Sammy promised he would never say a word." Rhonda blinked rapidly. "Of course I had to promise him that we could do it again sometime."

"You promised him that?"

"I had to Amanda. I just had to..."

Amanda rolled over, still too excited to go back to sleep. She even began to wonder what Alan Walker was doing to his wife in their tent. She recalled how he'd looked at her that day, and, though it could only be called an innocent interest at most, Amanda had been deeply affected by his touch all the same. She'd never thought of herself as a great beauty, or even as a person who might interest the opposite sex. Yet the looks Alan had given her had been more than teacherly.

"I'm being silly," she admonished herself. "I'm letting my imagination run away with me." But it still took her a long time to get to sleep.

The following morning everyone ate a hearty breakfast. A hike was planned, and Mr. Walker was busy making sure everybody had the proper items in their packs and plenty of water. Again, Amanda was aware of the man's attention. He helped her adjust the straps on her pack. Even Rhonda noticed, and gave a wink which Amanda pretended not to notice. Amanda had her long blond hair in braids, a red flannel shirt stuffed into cut-off jeans and bright red knee-socks to go with her spiffy hiking boots. Seeing her reflection in the side mirror of the station wagon, she was pleasantly surprised by her leggy, lithe appearance. But the loose shirt didn't do anything for her bust, what little she had. Lucky Rhonda wore something tight to accentuate her large, firm tits. Three of the guys were fooling around by her, much to Jimmy's distaste.

As they started off through the woods, Mr. Walker dropped back to Amanda's side. They talked as they walked, and Amanda learned what Alan had planned. At a fork in the trail, the party split into two separate teams. Amanda was with Alan's bunch, of course, while Rhonda and Jimmy went with Mrs. Walker. They were all to meet before sundown near the top of the mountain. There, they would spend the night near the ruins of a mining camp, or so Alan said.

Now there were just the three of them -- Mr. Walker, Amanda and Evan, the shyest boy on the trip. The other three boys, Rhonda and Alan Walker's wife had taken the high trail. When Amanda realized that one of her boots was beginning to rub, she slowed down. Alan got her to admit that she was having trouble, then went up ahead to stop Evan. Amanda sat on a rock, untying the bothersome boat. She could see Alan saying something to Evan, and then the boy tightened his pack and moved on up the trail. Mr. Walker came back to help her slide the boot off.

"I told Evan to go ahead. We can catch up with him later."

"If I just loosen it a bit, maybe that will make it better."

"Let's have a look at it first," Alan insisted. Amanda felt odd as the handsome teacher slipped her sock off. Her foot was hot and damp, and the way he touched it made her shiver. She'd always thought her feet too long. Alan looked at each toe adoringly.

"I'll put a little tape on your toe. That should do it."

But that didn't quite do it at all. Because when Alan finished taping her, he bent his head down suddenly to kiss her ankle. Kicking instinctively, Amanda struggled to get free of his grasp. Alan just laughed and grabbed her thin wrists.

"You pretty little minx," he growled, "I've been watching you for a long time. Being alone with you is too good an opportunity to pass up."

"Mr. Walker! Please let me get up!" Amanda watched with excited shock as he kissed her ankle again, his tongue caressing her fine, white skin. "What would your wife think if..."

"Are you going to tell her?"

"But Evan..."

"He's gone. He'll wait somewhere ahead." Alan was breathing hard now, his eyes ravishing her, his hands tracking the long, willowy shape of her leg. Twisting suddenly, Amanda broke free. She stumbled off the path, one boot on, one boot off. She didn't get far. She bumped a tree, then another one. Behind her she could hear Alan following, dragging their gear along with him. At last she tripped on a root and went down in a clear patch of wild grass and flowers. She was up on her hands and knees when she felt Alan hug her small waist from behind. Then his mouth was wet against the nape of her neck as he caressed her belly with a hot, trembling hand.

"You don't realize how much I've worshipped you," he said, his voice husky. "Watching you in class, dreaming of having you alone in the woods. And now, that dream has came true."

"No! Mr. Walker, you've got to stop this!"

But Alan had rolled her onto her back and was pressing his thighs against her own, nuzzling the sweaty dampness of her neck. Thrashing, whimpering helplessly, Amanda strained against the big man's assault. She closed her thighs tight and tried to keep them that way. Alan didn't force her to open them. What he did was to start kissing her neck. The shivery thrills weakened her until all she could hear was the rustling of their bodies in the grass and her own labored breathing. He kissed his way to her mouth. Though she wouldn't give in, the wet press of his lips against her was too powerful to ignore. A hand slid up between her thighs, pressed against the crotch of her cut-offs.

"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!

"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.

CHAPTER THREE

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.

"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.

"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.

CHAPTER FOUR

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.

"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.

"No! Oh no, no, no!"

"Amanda..." Alan said, sounding as if he were drunk. He licked at her mouth, his hips still lurching, still trying to drive his shaft to the hilt. But somehow the tightness of her virgin pussy had kept him from going very deep. Somehow she'd managed to stop him.

Amanda was overcome. The hot smear of Alan's mouth across her titties, the hungry grasp of his hands as he felt her willowy body had made her weak. She kept telling herself it was something she should hate. She wanted to think of Alan as someone possessed by the devil. But as he'd spurted his hot cum into her bleeding cunt, she'd had the beginning of that tickle. The same maddening pleasure that he'd caused with his mouth a while before. She didn't want to acknowledge this feeling of pleasure. But her cunt still tingled with it. And when Alan eased his cock out of her body, she sensed another emotion. It eras as if her hot little hole had tried to hold him inside for a few moments more. It was so confusing. After all, her efforts to keep him from degrading her, she'd felt a certain emptiness when his cock popped free.

She sat up as soon as he got off her. Her cunt was a mess! She could see the glops of heavy cream hanging in her blond curls. Her inner folds were all opened up like a ripe flower and there was still a dribble of blood leaking from her torn cherry.

"Oh God, what have you done to me?"

"Fucked you, sweet Amanda. Something I've dreamed about since you were in the seventh grade."

"You're nothing better than an animal."

"Here, I'll heat some water so you can wash up." Alan went to the old wood stove and began to ready afire. While the water heated, he began to pull things from his pack. Strange things.

When Amanda saw the leather collar, she cringed. It looked to be something a person would use on a dog. But Alan came toward her with it, opening the silver buckle as he held it out. "This won't bother you much."

"Alan, you can't mean to put that on me."

He did. He eased the soft leather around her neck and pulled the strap through the buckle until it was snug. The collar gave her an odd tingle. Alan snapped a leash into the ring and held the other end. He gazed with lusty excitement at her nakedness.

"I've got something else for you too," he grinned. Amanda hung her head. She could hardly stand to look at him. She felt like a caged animal now. Alan acted as if she belonged to him completely. He walked back to his pack and returned with what seemed like a bright, chrome chain, the kind professional trainers used on dogs. He had three or four of various lengths, and after trying some on her ankles, he came up with the one that fit. Using tiny padlocks to secure them, he stepped back to look at his work.

"I feel awful," Amanda whimpered. She could walk, but her steps were limited to a foot or a foot and a half. It would be impossible to run. The leather collar at her neck and the leash that dangled down her back made her feel even more restricted. When Alan gave it a jerk, she had to turn and go to him. Sometimes be just reeled her in and then held the leash right up to the collar while he kissed her mouth. Her lips were sore from his previous assaults, but when he ran his tongue between her teeth and sucked at her mouth like that, her body would tingle and she could feel the exhilarating pleasure all the way down her belly, even up under in mound. When she walked, she limped a little. The size of Alan's cocktip had hurt her, made her sore where her muscles had been stretched.

Alan made her sit on a chair while he washed her young cunt. She closed her eyes and tried to think of other things. But Amanda had never in her life had anyone touch her there. His gentle washing and the hot, soapy water began to have an affect. Alan was the first to notice.

"It's just as I dreamed it would be," he said, voice husky. "Your parents have got you so repressed that now you're as ripe as a hand-picked cherry. You don't even realize just how ready you are."

"I don't know what you're talking about," Amanda said, trying to calm her pounding heart. Her cunt throbbed against the gentle rub of the hot washrag. "Ouch, that hurts! You made me bleed when you..." She bit her lip and lowered her long, blond lashes. Alan caressed her pretty face.

He made her sit on the bed while he unbraided her hair and combed it out. Again Amanda was overcome, with emotions she was not accustomed to. Her parents had never doted on her in a physical way. She'd always done her own hair, taken care of her own body. As she'd always been taught the less touching the better. One wasn't supposed to think about one's own body much. Alan caressed and squeezed her. He petted and kissed her. His fingers were light on her neck now. But she remembered when they'd gouged roughly at the cheeks of her ass. Why should that make her start to pant again? She cursed herself for letting her imagination run wild.

"I've got to go outside," she said, blushing to admit that her bladder was full.

"There's an outhouse," Alan said, getting up. "But I think you'd be prettier to watch if you did it among the trees."

"I couldn't. Not with you watching." She was trembling again. Something about the way he'd said that. Something about his look. Alan tightened the leash, urging her up. She went to the door with short steps. The wrap of the bright chain on her ankles was exciting her too. It seemed completely backwards in her mind. Why should being tied like a dog do that?

There was a grassy clearing a few yards behind the cabin. Alan was breathing hard again as he led her to it. Then he made her get down on all fours and crawl before him. Amanda's cheeks were red and hot. She could feel her teacher's eyes on her. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, tightening the leash enough to make her stop. "You can do it here now."

As embarrassed as she was, Amanda did have to pee. She tried to pretend that Alan wasn't standing there with the leash in his hand. But she had never gone to the bathroom outside like this before, except when very young. As she squatted and let the yellow stream flow, Alan knelt close, his hand on her back. He caressed her, whispering awful things close to her ear.

"I'm going to fuck you again," he said, his fingers wet with her hot pee now. It was all so naughty! Like childish sex games, the sort of games Amanda had rarely experienced. He was feeling her while she peed!

"Ohhh, ohhhh, don't do that!" she gasped, dizzy with the unexpected thrills. But as the last droplet went into the grass, Alan had eased his finger up into her cunt. This sudden assault made her hips rock.

Alan pulled the leash, leading her away from the damp place in the grass. She was still on her hands and knees. She heard him behind her and glanced back. His cock, only half-hard a few moments before was rigid now. Her dried blood could be easily seen where she'd squeezed him with her cunt muscles.

"No!" she cried, standing up. She tried to run, keeping her steps short. But Alan just laughed and pulled the leash firmly enough to make her stop.

"Come here," he ordered, his voice gruff.

Amanda turned slowly, her eyes downcast, her hands covering her blond-furred mound as if to protect it. She walked slowly back, the chains tinkling at her ankles.

"Get down on your knees," he ordered.

Amanda did what he wanted. She didn't dare look up now. She could feel the heat of his erect cock a few inches from her mouth. And she could smell her own musk on it.

"It's your turn now."

"To do what?" she whined.

"I cleaned you up. Now you clean me up. With your tongue."

Amanda stared up angrily and started to say something, but Alan wrapped the leash tighter around his fist and pulled her head forward until his tip brushed her cheek. Amanda put her hands up, clutching the heavy, hot thing, trembling to think of it touching her tongue.

"Now!" Alan said. And she knew there was no backing out. She was going to have to do what he wanted.

CHAPTER FIVE

Alan seemed especially moved by the way her hair hung down over her shoulders. Unbraided, it was a golden cascade of fine curls that reached almost to the pink tips of her tits. He kept fondling these curls, panting as he pulled her forward. Amanda was in a state of mild shock.

She was breathless as she finally found the nerve to push her tongue out from between her lips and touch it against the hot, taut-skinned head of Alan's cock. She pulled back quickly, staring at the small, wet smear she'd put there. Her fingers tightened on his shaft and as she squeezed, she saw his foreskin slide back to expose all of that swollen knob.

"I can't. I just can't."

"But you will, Amanda. That's why I brought you up here. You're going to learn to do things you never dreamed of."

"I..."

"Suck," he ordered, giving the leash a little jerk. Alan was standing in the middle of the small grassy clearing, his legs spread wide. Kneeling, her back arched slightly, her ass pushed out, Amanda clung to the Alan's big cock with both hands. Again she licked his tip, quickly pulling her tongue back into her mouth. The taste wasn't as awful as she'd thought. In fact, she could taste only her blood. The blood that had burst from her broken cherry when Alan had thrust his cock into her young slit.

"Come on, I'm about to lose my patience."

"But I'm not sure what you really want me to do."

"Lick your lips. No, make them even wetter than that. Yeah, now you've got it. Okay, purse them up. Beautiful."

Amanda closed her eyes. But she could still see that dark-blue cocktip throbbing as she clutched Alan's stiffened shaft. She pressed the spit-wet tip of her mouth again the fevered thing. Alan groaned. She left her lips there, hoping this would satisfy his strange desire. But Alan pulled the leash and her mouth was forced out over the swollen shape.

"Mhhhaaahhh," she gasped, unable to stop it.

Her tongue flicked forward to push against the invading lump of Alan's cock. She only made it worse. Alan grabbed her hair along with the leash and made certain that he got the head of his cock well imbedded behind her teeth. She bit down on him gingerly, knowing she couldn't chance hurting him.

"Now suck," he panted, looking down at her. When her eyes met his, she blushed again. She could imagine how she looked, her lips stretched around Alan's cock shaft, a droplet of saliva oozing down her chin. She started sucking, fighting the dizzy spasms that swept through her mind.

Her tongue worked forward and back, rubbing the skin just under his tip. She stopped doing that for a while, then started it again. Sure enough, licking him at that particular spot made his cockhead get even fatter, hotter.

"Hhhhhuuhhnnn," she moaned through flared nostrils. Alan was panting loudly now, both hands holding the leash as he pulled her forward and let her back, forward and back, forward and back.

Her lips slurped along his shaft as another inch of hot cock slipped into her mouth.

Now that the first shock had passed, Amanda was aware of other things happening to her body. Things she'd never felt before. The in-and-out slide of Alan's prick was making her cunt tingle. It seemed odd that she should be affected like that. She didn't want to be affected like that. But now Alan's cockhead was pressing down into the soft curve of her tongue as he made her take more than she'd had before.

"Ohhhuuhh," she choked, gagging. She was afraid of that swollen, throbbing knob. She was afraid of Alan trying to make her swallow his cum. What she was being forced to do had to be the dirtiest sexual act in the world. Sucking a man's cock. It was so taboo, she'd never even heard anyone talk about it.

"Little deeper, sweet girl," Alan sighed, prying her fingers from his shaft. Now she was holding him with just one hand and that gave him room to shove his prick deeper, until the rounded tip almost brushed her tonsils.

"Whhhuuuuhh," she whined, nostrils flaring wide. Her tongue flicked frantically against the slick head of Alan's cock. He was acting so strangely now. He was shaking and his fingers hurt the side of her head.

"Yeah, Amanda! Yeah, baby, you're doing it just right."

But she didn't think she was doing anything. She was just trying to think of a way to keep from choking. His cock slid in and out between her lips. The slurpy sound of suction made her weak. It was like he was fucking her mouth. Fucking it in the same way he'd fucked her poor little pussy. But deeper.

Trembling, clutching at the shaft of his prick again, Amanda tried to twist her head to the side. It was no good. Alan seemed to be having some kind of fit. His knees shook. His hips lurched forward, thrusting, fucking her throat now.

Amanda choked as the head of her teacher's cock went into her throat. Her muscles tightened, squeezing down on it. Alan shuddered again and she felt the sudden spurts, the hot cream strangling her.

Coughing and sputtering, Amanda whimpered through her nose as Alan continued to fuck her mouth. A stream of white erupted from one nostril and leaked down her lip, down her chin.

Amanda began to struggle furiously, but Alan kept a firm hold on her head, sliding his big prick in and out as the hot cum made a pool that rose above her tongue. When he finally pulled free of her lips, Amanda rolled to the grass, coughing and spitting the sour-tasting stuff. She felt awful about what Alan had done. And it disgusted her to know that she'd had to swallow a little of his thick, hot cream. Alan sat down heavily, reeling in the leash again and putting his hand on her ass.

Amanda spit more cum out and gave him an angry look. "I hope you're satisfied."

"Not yet. But for the moment, yes."

"I think I hate you."

"I think I love you." He smiled.

Amanda ran her tongue across her teeth. She shuddered, thinking of how his cum had exploded so suddenly, shooting into her throat, choking her. Wiping a hand across her nostrils, she looked at the heavy, translucent glops before wiping them in the grass.

"You're not very good yet," Alan said. "But you'll learn."

"That was the awfullest thing I ever had to do."

"It couldn't've been that bad. You're acting like it's poison."

"It might as well be. You got some in my..."

She'd almost said cunt. Even her vocabulary had disintegrated being with this sex maniac.

"So, because you got a little cum in your pussy, you think you'll hatch out with twins or triplets." Alan pushed her onto her back in the grass and pressed his body down against hers. Amanda didn't like him doing that. And when he kissed her cummy mouth, his tongue reminded her of how his cock had felt.

"Noooo, stop kissing me. I feel so nasty, so..."

"Come on, I'll take you back inside. I really enjoy washing you. Your skin is so white and your hair is so blond. And your tits..." He ran his fingers over one soft swell, teasing the nipple gingerly.

Amanda hated the way her body responded to this fondling. But she got up, as Alan pulled the leash, and limped towards the cabin. She wondered what her father would think if he knew what was happening to her now. The chains clinked at her ankles as she crossed the room and sat on the chair where Alan had led her. Then he washed her up again, touching her all over, saying sexy, naughty things close to her ear. It scared her to see how fast he recovered from spurting his cum. Already his cock was getting thick and the head of it had darkened where it peeked from the protective clasp of his foreskin.

"I'm so tired," she said, hanging her head. To her surprise, Alan led her to the bed, covered her with her sleeping bag and went outside. But not before he locked another chain to the one at her ankles and secured it to the metal frame of the bed.

It was dark when Amanda awoke. At first, she thought that she'd lost her mind. She didn't recognize the cabin. Then she smelled something cooking and saw the crackling fire, Alan came over and sat on the edge of the narrow cot. He caressed her forehead as she blinked sleepily up at him.

"How's my pretty play thing?"

"You think I belong to you?"

"Yes."

He caressed the side of her face. His eyes were bright and hot. It scared Amanda to look at him. She remembered the dream she'd had while dozing. She and Alan had been the last two people on the earth. He had kept her in a cage, feeding her like something on display, some captured animal at a zoo. Sometimes he entered the cage to take advantage of her. In the dream, Amanda had resisted weakly, then given in to enjoy Alan's assault. Remembering this nightmare bothered her. It went against the way she felt now, or at least she thought it did.

"You can't keep me like this forever," she whimpered, turning away from his touch.

"You're right, of course." He went to the table and uncorked a slim pint bottle.

Amanda had swung her legs out of the bed and was trying to get up. She hated exposing her nakedness to him again. And the leather collar around her throat never let her forget that she was his captive. The chain that bound her to the bedpost tightened and she sighed. Alan came to unlock it. But her ankles were still restricted by the dog chain. She wrapped a blanket around her body and walked slowly to a chair.

"Why don't you have some of this?" Alan offered. "You've had quite an experience for someone so innocent."

"And you're not even sorry you did it?"

"Sure. But I'm more glad that I did do it. I've known more pleasure in the past few hours than I've known for years with my wife..."

"But they'll be back. What are you going to do then?"

Alan held out the pint and, thought Amanda had never taken a drink of hard liquor in her life, she did so now without hesitation. She needed it. She forced the strong booze down, got her breath and took another swallow.

"Not too fast," Alan warned, taking it back again. He sipped and put the bottle on the table. "While you slept, I hiked up to where the others are camped out. I didn't let them know I was above on the cliff, listening. I heard enough to know when they'll arrive here." He drank again.

"They'll be starting down tomorrow around noon. By then you and I will have our little story fixed up."

"What if I don't go along with your little story?" Amanda blurted, her blue eyes hot with anger. "What if I decide to tell the truth?"

Alan held the bottle out to her again. She snatched it and drank. The liquor gave her a feeling of power. And it dulled the ache of her muscles, the stinging soreness of her broken cherry.

"Oh, you'll go along with it all. You're not the type to 'fess us. You couldn't stand all those looks you'd get. That's one of the reasons I decided to bring you up here."

"You're... you're awful!"

"So you'll be behaving as normally as before," Alan told her. "Your sprained ankle got better by the time we made it back to the station wagon and rested a bit. You decided you'd like to rejoin the rest. You and I made it to the cabin. With your father's reputation and your innocence, no one would ever suspect that you'd cooperate in any kind at hanky panky. And my reputation is almost as clean as your old man's." Alan drank more liquor.

Amanda looked down at her hands. She wished things weren't so complicated. She wished that people could be truthful and honest at all times.

But she knew that Alan was right. She wasn't about to tell of the awful things that he'd done to her on that mountain. She couldn't face the condemnation of the community, of her father, of everyone that would be whispering behind her back. She would have to leave Balford, go to a new school, make new friends. Her father's career would be ruined, his faith destroyed. Even though none of this was her fault, that's where the cards would fall. And even if she told the truth and made a new life for herself somewhere else, the nasty rumors would catch up with her sooner or later. They always did when people tried to run away from them. Alan was tight. He had her in the palm of his hand. Amanda shivered. More than ever before, she realized that she was now his slave.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of what you've done," he told her, his voice husky. "Any more than you should be ashamed of the size of your tits."

Self-consciously, Amanda brought her hands up under the blanket, cupping her young, immature swells. She couldn't look at him. She could feel the alcohol working in her blood now. It made her feel like laughing, or crying. She wasn't sure which.

"How tall are you, Amanda?"

"Five-seven."

"Tall for a girl." Alan smiled. "And most of it legs." Amanda blushed. "How much do you weigh?" Alan went on.

She hated the questions. She felt more naked than ever, even with the blanket.

"Just over a hundred pounds."

"A long, lean angel," Alan said, his voice breathy with passion. "A long, lean angel with a hot little pussy. You don't realize how long I'd waited to touch my cock to..."

"Don't! Don't talk like that."

"Touch my cock to your wetness. And when I got inside your pussy it was even better than I'd dreamed." Alan was a little drunk now. He grabbed her wrist tightly, squeezing it until she looked at him. "Do you realize what that feels like to a man? To a man who hasn't had any sex with a woman for over a year?"

"No," she whimpered.

"Even though I didn't really get very deep, the feeling was overwhelming. You're right, Amanda. Very, very tight. But you're soft inside, too. And juicy. And hot!" Alan was trembling, his fingers tight enough to hurt her wrist. Amanda winced, but he didn't let go.

"I don't want to hear it."

"Just thinking about how it felt makes me want more, Amanda." His eyes were crazy.

Amanda felt like crying. But her cunt had begun to throb. She didn't want it to throb. She wished she had no feeling whatsoever, no memory of the strange thrill that Alan had caused. It was no use, though. As she squirmed under the blanket, she could feel the lubrication letting her outer lips slide together, slide over the swelling nub of her clit.

"It turns me on to see that leather collar on you," Alan babbled on. He had the leash in his fingers now, winding it tighter. Amanda let her head drop, waiting for what she feared most. Alan stood, then gave the leash a jerk. His look told her he wanted her on all fours. Amanda obeyed, trying to keep the blanket over her shoulders. Alan jerked it away and flung it down in front of the fireplace.

He pulled her towards the warmth of the crackling logs. She was whining, sighing with fearful anticipation. She thought of begging, of pleading. But she knew it would do no good. Alan had started to tear off his shirt. His jeans fell around his ankles and he stepped out of them. She never lifted her eyes. But when his skivvies hit the floor before her, her heart almost stopped.

Alan took something from his pack. Amanda recognized it as a squeeze tube of butter, the kind made especially for backpackers. She waited there on her hands and knees, trembling and afraid. Alan got down behind her and she heard him squeezing the tube. Then his hot, buttery fingers caressed the outer surface of her mound.

Unable to hide her reaction, Amanda moaned low in her throat and her back arched up as Alan spread the slick stuff over her flesh. Her fevered cuntlips had opened now and he was buttering the dainty folds inside. The way his fingers caressed her, pressed up into her taint, made Amanda shiver violently. She bit her lip, trying to find a part of her mind she could retreat to, where she could find peace. But Alan seemed to know exactly how hard to pet her. And he knew where, too!

"Ohhhh, ohhhhh, Alan, please don't do that anymore. I can't think straight when..."

"So hot, so soft," he panted, one arm hooked around her waist, his other hand pushed between her white thighs from behind. The squishy, slurpy sound of the butter against her throbbing cuntflesh grew louder as his fingers worked gingerly up and down the length of her crevice. Then he found her hole, and she felt his middle finger ease into the tightly muscled opening.

"Nhhhaaaah," she coughed, resisting the penetration by squeezing down around his finger. This tense squeezing made Alan growl with excitement. He fingerfucked her slowly, shallowly. He was only going into her one knuckle deep, but it felt so much deeper. An itchy glow built around the flesh of her cunt. Tiny exhilarating tingles coursed down her legs and made her fan her toes apart. A drip of butter slid down the inside of one thigh as Alan continued to smear the slick mess around between her lips.

Her arms were stiffly braced, but, as Alan caressed her, they trembled, then gave. She sank down, her face against her crossed hands, her pretty ass high in the air. This stretched her young twat even wider. Alan whispered dirty things to her as he probed deeper into the fevered tightness of her hole. She could clearly feel the slow stab as he entered her to the second knuckle, then pulled slowly back to thrust again.

"Ahhh, ahhhhh!" she gasped, her eyes rolling, her back humping up, then arching prettily again.

"You lovely little bitch," Alan growled, trying to slip another finger in to join the other one. Amanda resisted, tightening her cunt until it ached. But somehow he managed to do what he wanted.

"There... there baby," he whispered. His free hand had cupped one of her titties and he was rolling the delicate flesh around, pinching her nipple, making her groan deep in her throat. "Doesn't that feel good?"

Of course it felt good. But it was the kind of pleasure Amanda didn't want to experience. The kind of pleasure her parents had always seemed a sin. Oh, why wouldn't Alan leave her alone? His finger was going so deep. It was stretching her, touching her in places she'd never been touched before.

He was thrusting rhythmically now, kissing the nape of her neck, fingerfucking her as far as he could reach with his two stiffened fingers. And as he did this, his other hand squeezed and excited her tit.

Suddenly, a wave of pure pleasure washed over Amanda. She could resist the tickling joy no longer. Her willowy body jerked, then began to move against the stabbing rhythm of Alan's fingers. She hunched her hips up and down. Her eyes were glazed from the pounding thrills. She could feel her clit dripping butter as it swelled outward for more touching. Alan touched it and the jolt of ecstasy made Amanda cry out.

"Ohhhhhh, God! Ohhhhh, somebody help me!" Her skin was flushed. It tingled and burned. It thrilled to the slightest movement. She knew she was going to come. But as she felt herself being pulled into that swirling madness of utter ravishment, Alan stopped squeezing her tits. He eased his finger out of her cunt, sighing when her muscles squeezed tightly closed behind him.

"You're slick enough and hot enough for something better now," he rumbled. He pushed his buttery finger into her mouth and to her surprise, Amanda found herself sucking it, licking the melted butter from his knuckles. She could taste a little of herself, too, and this added to her thrill.

"Nhhhuuhh," she moaned, surprised at how hard she was sucking on Alan's finger. He pushed it in and out between her lips, surprised himself that she pulled at it so hungrily, surprised that her soft tongue curved so tightly around his knuckles as she sucked.

But now something else was touching her buttered cunt. It was as hot as she was, and very firm. It plowed her dripping cunt lips open, the fleshy folds parting with a slippery sound as Alan humped his back and moved his hips forward. He mounted her like a dog, one hand holding his cockshaft up so he could open her muscled hole.

"No! You're not doing to do that!" she whimpered. But Alan trembled in his strength. She could feel that he had total control of her. Her knees were set apart on the blanket, her ankles still bound. Alan knelt there behind her, his teeth teasing the nape of her neck, his finger gliding in and out of her mouth until butter and saliva oozed down her chin.

Something stung inside her. It was what left of her cherry. Alan's swollen cocktip had torn its way inside again. And her muscles, powerful as they were, could only squeeze his shaft now. She was so buttery and slick! There was no way she could keep him from penetrating her! And he was so big!

"Uhhhh, ohhhh Alan, this is awful! Ohhhh my God, you're going to make me bleed again."

It was already happening. Blood mingled with the butter to run in a hot rivulet down the inside of one thigh. But he had her firmly around her waist, hunching, stabbing more of his prick into her virgin cunt. She squealed as the stretched muscles spasmed, tightening down on the big man's shaft until he too gave a groan of surprise.

He stopped trying to put it into her. She could feel him breathing, feel his mouth suck wetly at the back of her neck. He seemed to want the moment to last. He was enjoying the frenzied squeeze of her cunt around his cock. When Alan licked her ear, a tremble of joy made Amanda shake like a leaf. He licked again, biting the delicate whorl now, making her turn her head so he could push his tongue into it. As he excited her ear like this, she whimpered and her muscles gave. Then Alan thrust his hips forward suddenly, powerfully. The butter squirted from around the edges of his shaft as he buried the tip of his cock into the fevered velvet of her pussy.

"Yhhhaaaah!" she gasped, afraid again. But the shuddering thrills were too much for her now. She began to move her, hips, gently at first, to see how much it hurt. The stiff gouge of Alan's cockhead against her insides made another ravishing tingle go up her back.

Alan's arm was wrapped tightly under her belly, holding her helpless as he jabbed and plunged. The sound of he cunt being fucked made Amanda's eyes roll. She was overwhelmed at the stiffness of Alan's cock as it slipped another inch, then another.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh no!"

"Oh yes, baby! You're going to learn to love this. You'll be begging me for it before long."

"Never!"

Alan bit the nape of her neck again, his arm tighter than ever around her waist. His belly was hot against her rounded ass cheeks as he thrust steadily. His cock was sliding in and out, and she could feel her muscles riding up and down his shaft. He pulled back so that his tip was only just inside her. She could feel the flared ridge of it, feel the swollen, pulsing throbs. Then he thrust forward, his back humping up from the power of his movement.

Amanda's tongue rolled out of her mouth, and her eyes glazed over. She could feel Alan's cock taking up what little room was left inside her. The velvety walls of her pussy clasped him wetly, puking as they tightened. Alan fingered her clit now, rubbing it in slow circles as his cocktip swelled and shrank, swelled and shrank.

"Alan... ohhhhhh God, Alan," Amanda whimpered, her head dropping between her braced arms. He fucked her steadily, thrusting forcefully to drive the head of his cock deep into her body. Her young cunt spasmed with tingling waves of pleasure. She was going to come, going to come quick!

Alan felt her trembling excitement. He hugged her harder, his ass working faster, his cock sliding to the deepest, hottest part of her pussy. The wet friction of his fucking had her panting hard now. Her pussy contracted as the convulsions began. She cried out, a short, tight squeal of surprise as the ecstasy swamped her senses. She cried out again, and Alan bit her shoulder as his cock grew huge inside the soft, feverish grasp of her cunt.

"Amanda," he groaned. "Amanduuhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh," she panted, her ass moving now, switching from side to side, plunging, thrusting, squirming. His cock was so big! It went so deep! And the hot juicy rub of their buttery flesh was too much for her to bear.

Amanda came, her arms giving out again as she sank down. Her face rubbed the blanket as Alan continued to stroke her. His thrusts were quick and deep. His prick tip bulged against her cunt walls, and then she felt the spasmic spurts of his cream.

She couldn't think of her own name. She couldn't remember where she was or what had happened to her. She was being fucked out of her mind and she only wanted it to go on and on and on!

"Alan!" Her ass danced up and down as he put it into her to the hilt. She could feel the big muscles in her thighs go rock-hard. Her body trembled. Her ass cheeks were dimpled with the tension. "Alan!"

His cum was dripping down her thighs now. She could feel the hot slickness of it and feel his breath on the back of her neck and feel his teeth nipping the flesh of one shoulder. One small tit was being squeezed, the nipple protruding from between two of her teacher's fingers. Then the frenzied madness of her climax made her dizzy and she slumped down onto the blanket, her legs straight behind her as Alan fell on top of her. His cock thrust in and out of her cunt as he continued to spurt.

CHAPTER SIX

Even before Alan pulled his cock out of her body. Amanda was crying. She was so ashamed of how she'd let herself go, let herself enjoy that wicked pleasure. Even if it had only been for a moment, she couldn't forget the incredible delirium that had come upon her. The way she'd moved and panted and groaned was unforgivable. To think of her mother or father seeing her like that was too much to consider. When she felt Alan's hot cum leaking from her poor little cunt, she began to cry all over again.

Alan made her drink more liquor. She felt the dizzy, giddy drunkenness descend upon her. She drank more. Things got fuzzy. The room spun. She recalled dimly that Alan had washed her and pampered her before crawling under the sleeping bag. Then she remembered his arms around her, the warmth of his body. And she was asleep.

He was up already by the time she awoke the next morning. Breakfast was ready and, though her head ached, Amanda found herself ravishingly hungry. She didn't say much to Alan, though he talked to her almost constantly. He seemed more sure than ever that he had her under his control. Though Amanda didn't respond to his touches while she ate, she knew he was right. She certainly couldn't cause a scandal over what had happened. Too many people would be hurt. Too many people who'd had nothing to do with the incident.

After breakfast, Alan removed the collar from around Amanda's neck, the chain from her ankles. Then he let her dress and made her braid her long blonde hair again.

"I want to meet the rest of them on the trail. As if we started up from the car to meet them."

"You seem to have everything figured out," Amanda said. She pulled away when Alan came over to slip an arm around her waist. He pulled her against him roughly.

"Whenever I want to touch you, you're not to do anything about it."

"But..."

"But nothing. You're my slave from now on. Whenever I need you."

"What do you think I am? I can't think straight when you touch me like that. Please Alan, please don't." Alan took his hand away from her tits.

She was trembling slightly. It amazed her just how quickly her body responded to a male touch now. Before, she'd only experienced embarrassment and fear. But when Alan's hot palm traced the pert plumpness of her ass cheeks, she felt the tingle again. Her cunt throbbed and grew slick. Her breathing changed. She hated herself for this weakness. Where had it come from?

"Get your pack. We'll start up the trail to meet the others. And don't forget to limp a little." He took her shoulders and looked, hard into her blue eyes. "Understand?"

"Yes, Alan." She dropped her chin but he pulled it up again and kissed her hotly on the mouth. She closed her mind to the softness of his lips. It did no good. Alan's tongue played against her teeth until she groaned and let him lick deeper. Then he was sucking her tongue, petting it with his own. She sagged against him, her nostrils flared, her heart pounding. His hands touched her in all the forbidden places.

"I wish I had time to have you again. But we'd better go. There'll be time later for lots more of this."

The remainder of camping trip passed as if Amanda were in a daze. She heard voices and answered them and tried to act as if everything was normal. Her acting job turned out to be good enough. Nobody doubted that Alan had driven her to a doctor, put her up in her own private motel room and driven back to the camp the following morning. Even after the camping party had descended and loaded the gear on top of the station wagon, she felt displaced in time. As if part of her identity had been lost up there in the woods with Alan. In town she was dropped off at her house. After making a little polite conversation with her parents, Amanda hurried to the privacy of her own room. There'd be school tomorrow, and she'd have to face all her friends again. She didn't want to make them think something was wrong. And how would she face her second and last period class? Alan Walker was her teacher during those two periods; it gave her the chills to imagine how he might look at her. And what if he said something awful about what he'd done? Had it really happened? As incredible as the facts were, she had experienced something on that camping trip that still had her dizzy.

Rhonda dropped by to walk to school with her. As hard as she tried to be normal, Amanda knew that her best friend could sense a certain distraction in her mood.

"What happened when Alan drove you to the hospital?" Rhonda wanted to know.

"Oh, they just looked at my foot and said it would be okay." Amanda couldn't keep her cheeks from flushing.

"Something else happened," Rhonda insisted. "You've been acting strangely ever since you disappeared down the mountain with Mr. Walker."

"Well, it was kind of strange. I don't exactly enjoy being with one of my teachers all weekend. I was looking forward to being with all you guys at the camp." Rhonda still didn't believe her completely.

"But it's more than that. I can tell." Rhonda peered curiously at her. "You've changed."

This made Amanda blush even more. She knew how clever Rhonda was, and how experienced when it came to the opposite sex. She knew she'd have to think fast to keep ahead.

"There was this guy at the motel," she blurted, making the story up as she went along. "He was flirting with me, and later I saw him in the lobby."

"I knew it!" Rhonda said with glee. "I could tell you're not the same. Your mind has been back there in that little podunk town all this time, right?"

Amanda gave a shy nod. How could she ever tell her friend that there never had been a trip to the small-town hospital, or to a motel? How could she tell anybody what had really happened? That her own teacher had bound her and assaulted her and made her do unspeakable things.

"What's the guy's name?" Rhonda wanted to know.

"Uh... Jim. Yeah, Jim Smith."

"I'll bet you're going to get letters, right?"

"I don't think so. It was just a little flirting."

"And Mr. Walker didn't know?"

"Of course not," Amanda sighed, relieved that her friend had swallowed the tale. But by the time she reached her locker and was putting away her sweater, her hands were trembling. In an hour or so, she'd be facing Alan again. She hated the prospect of being under his watchful gaze again. But there was no way out. Like he'd told her, she was now his slave.

It was even worse than she'd imagined. During the second-period class, Alan asked her the hardest questions of all and, when she couldn't answer, he told her to stay after class. The bell rang and she remained in her seat, head bowed slightly. The kids filed out, talking and laughing and then they were alone. The classroom would not be used for the next period, and Alan's smile said he had plans for Amanda.

"I've already spoken to your next-period teacher," Alan told her. His hand was soft against her neck. She hated him touching her. But the touch made thrills go down her back. She squirmed, keeping her eyes averted. "You won't have to attend your next class."

"Oh?"

"I've got something more important for you to do." He helped her rise and pulled her close against him. His hands slipped down the outside of her short dress, caressing the swells of her ass under the thin cotton. Immediately, Amanda felt the rush of juice leaking into the crotch of her panties. She shook her head.

"I don't want to..."

"It doesn't matter what you want to do. Come with me to my office."

By the time they stepped into the hall, the bell for the next period had rung. There was no one there to see her walking ahead of Mr. Walker. Amanda was thankful for that. His eyes were undressing her every step of the way. He unlocked the door to his office and guided her inside. When he locked the door behind them, she trembled, hugging her books against her tits so hard that her nipples burned.

"Don't be so damned skittish," he grinned. "Don't you remember how nice it was in the cabin? Don't you remember how you wiggled when I shoved my cock..."

"Don't talk like that," Amanda whined, turning her back to him. He came to her, took her books away. His fingers found the first button of her blouse and worked it open. She was breathing faster now as he opened the blouse back over her shoulders and gazed with undisguised passion at the small-cupped bra that covered her tits.

"You're beautiful."

"No I'm not. And I wish you didn't think I was."

"Willowy is more the word."

"I don't want you to like me like this," she blurted.

"Remember how it was in the cabin?"

"I don't want to remember. I'm still a virgin as far as anyone knows."

"But you're not really. I had my cock eight inches inside your hot little pussy!"

"Ohhhh stop! Ohhhhhh, get your hands off..."

But her bra was loose by now, and Alan pulled her against him, the lump in his pants rubbing between her ass cheeks as he fondled each of her tits. She felt her body shiver violently as she sagged against him. When he touched her like that, she couldn't think straight. One of his hot hands was sliding down her belly, under the waist of her skirt.

"Ohhhhh!" he gasped as he curled three fingers up against the crotch of her panties. Her mound throbbed against the pressure, leaking more juice through the sheer satin, wetting Alan Walker's hand. He rubbed gently back and forth, forcing her undies up between her outer lips.

Now her skirt was unbuttoned. It dropped down her thighs and puddled around her feet. All her clothing had been removed except her blue knee socks and her panties. She thought of someone barging into the office, of finding Alan and her there like that. But he had locked the door. He was taking all the precautions. And his finger was searching under the elastic of her panty crotch now, touching her slickened, tender flesh.

"Ohhhhhhh!" she gasped, knees trembling.

He pushed her over onto his desk and made her lie on her back. Amanda felt him undo her sandals and drop them on the floor. His fingers caught at her panties, and she squirmed and tried to stop him. But with a growl of lust, Alan stripped the skimpy things off, pushing her long legs up so that her bent knees touched her titties.

Blushing furiously, Amanda tried not to look at him. But the way he gazed down into her dripping pink cunt made her shiver all the more. He had pulled a strip of leather out of his pocket and was winding it around one of her ankles. Then he wound the thong back around her thigh. Now she couldn't straighten that leg. He bound the other ankle in the same way and adjusted her position so that her cheeks were at the very edge of the desk. A rivulet of her juice leaked down the crack of her ass. Alan caught a droplet on his fingertip and put it to his lips. Just watching him taste her fluids was enough to start her heart to pounding. She knew that he meant to taste her much deeper than that.

"I think I'd better tie your hands, too. I like it when you're completely helpless."

"Aren't you afraid of someone coming to your office? What if the principal..."

"No one knows we're here." He had another thong out of his pocket and was pulling it tight around her wrists. He stretched both her arms high above her head and draped the thong down over the other side of the desk, tying it around the leg. Amanda squirmed, her head flopping from one side to the other. It was strange how he'd undressed her down to the knee socks. Alan Walker seemed to have a thing about socks. But now he was bending between her parted thighs, his tongue already flicking out as he burrowed between the plumpness of her lips. She writhed in a frenzy as the first hot pleasure knifed through her. His tongue found her hole quickly, and began to poke deeply into the muscled opening.

"Hhhhhaaaahhh," she breathed, wishing it was all a dream. A high, hot dream that she could forget about upon awakening. Alan's tongue was no dream, though. It was real, all too real. It was going deeper! It was making her clit swell out from its tiny hood. Amanda pumped her hips, unable to resist moving against the hungry heat of Alan's mouth.

Alan moved his chin up and down in the squishy smoothness of her open pussy. He probed with his tongue, probed deeper than before. His fingers dug into her ass cheeks as she squirmed uncontrollably against the fucking magic of his licks. She was so swollen down there, so sensitive! Her heart thudded in her chest as if it might jump out. Her head fell to one side and she knew she was drooling from the corner of her mouth.

Alan drew his cock out of her so that only that swollen head was forcing her muscles open. She moved instinctively, making Alan moan as her slickened pussy contracted.

"Ahhhhh, baby, that's sweet!"

"Don't put it in me again! It makes me crazy when you do that!"

"Feel it slow now," he laughed, "inch by inch."

"No!"

But Amanda had to feel it. She had to feel every hot, throbbing inch as he slid his cock into her with teasing gentleness. Her ass moved again, whipping up and down as that thick chunk of prickmeat filled her, penetrated her to the hilt. Alan's balls pressed against her ass cheeks now as she panted shamefully and rocked her hips from side to side in a jerky, hurried way.

"Ohhh, ohhhhh my God! Ohhhhhhh I can't stand it anymore!"

Alan leaned up over her body, his feet on the floor, his mouth wet on her tits. He fucked her like that, only his tongue and cock in contact with her body. Amanda felt as if she were losing her mind.

This time Alan wasn't sliding in and out of her. He was just holding himself very, very deep. The heat and wetness of her tight young pussy squeezed down with convulsive contractions that made him grow. Amanda knew she was exciting him, but couldn't make her body behave. Her pussy seemed to have a will of it's own. Her pussy was pulling at that huge cock, milking it, sucking it! She could feel the rippling muscles inside her. And Alan was enjoying every second of it.

"Yeah, baby, ohhhh wow, you're so fine!"

"Take it out! Ohhhh take it out of me! Too big! Too hot! I'm gonna die if you don't take it out of me."

But he wouldn't take it out of her. He just held it deep, letting her fevered cunt ravish him. His hands caressed the sides of her body. His mouth found one of her small tits and sucked the nipple between his teeth. Now the hot tremors that coursed up and down her belly grew more intense. She began to plunge her ass up and down so hard that it thumped the edge of the desk.

Alan tightened his lips around her tit, pulling it deeper. Her mouth opened as she tried to cry out, but Alan smothered the yell with one hand. Then she was coming, her cunt squeezing rhythmically at the thickness that filled her young pussy.

Amanda felt Alan tense only seconds after her climax had begun. Then his hot cream was pouring into her, making her pussy all slippery hot. Whimpering, panting, she let her body go. She writhed like a snake. Her legs strained against the thongs that bound her ankles to her thighs. But she was tied there, trapped there. And now Alan was sliding his big cock in and out as his cream poured out. He tamped the spurting stuff into her, each thrust making her ass cheeks quiver.

"Ahhh, ahhhhhhh!" she cried, tossing and bucking under him.

"Baby doll!"

"Ohhhhh, Alan, do it faster! Damn you, do it faster!"

Amanda could hardly believe she was saying these words. But if she was, she didn't care. Nothing mattered but that burning glory between the lips of her cunt. Her dripping pussy was exploding in lusty spasms as it tightened around Alan's cock shaft. Her slippery insides smeared more wetness across the swollen head that kept gauging and raping and fucking her! Alan kissed her mouth.

"Oh, Amanda," he sighed.

"Nhhhaaaaah," she panted back, her belly hard with the effort of moving her ass around. Alan kissed her again and this time she found herself sucking his tongue as he pushed it in and out between her lips. Amanda jerked her arms but the thongs held, cutting into her wrists. The tension of trying to escape her bonds pushed her over the line. She was coming gloriously, her ass beating the desk, her cunt milking the thick sap from Alan's body. The itchy tingle she felt was so excruciatingly good that she strangled on a scream.

Alan never stopped fucking her. His swollen cock penetrated her again and again, gouging out the pleasure she'd never known, not even dreamed about. And then, with a weak shudder, Amanda went limp.

CHAPTER SEVEN

When Rhonda ran into her during the next class, she gave Amanda the funniest look.

"What have you been doing?"

"Why?" Amanda was thinking fast. What had Rhonda noticed? Was some of Alan's cum leaking from her enough to cause a smell? Had he changed her in some way so that Rhonda could tell she'd been fucked?

"Oh, you're all flushed and..." Rhonda wrinkled her brow. "I know this is silly, Amanda, but I get the feeling you have just been fucking." Rhonda said suddenly. "Bet you went in the girls' bathroom, right? Using your finger?"

Amanda nodded quickly. "Yes I was. Please don't tell anybody." She'd never admitted anything intimate to her friend before, but this time the lie seemed the only way she could save herself. Rhonda seemed pleased with her admission.

"I do it too. Lots of times. Sometimes even in class." Rhonda tossed her long black hair. "Anybody special got you so worked up that you have to use a finger on your pussy?"

"No. Nobody special."

"I'll bet it's that new guy. The tall one with the bedroom eyes."

"No, Rhonda. I don't really have a boyfriend."

"Well, he was looking at you today. I think he's in your last class."

Amanda winced. Just the mention of her last class made her fearful. Alan would be her teacher, and she knew he'd be watching her, even if he couldn't do anything about it.

During lunch, Amanda could hardly eat. All she could think of was the awful things Alan had done to in. While she remembered, she found herself again. What power did be have to excited all over make her tremble when she thought of his cock?

Her wrists were still red from being tied and her cunt was still swollen. Though Alan had helped her clean up, she was afraid that there was enough of his cum on her to give the secret away. Because she'd learned now that it did have its own special aroma. A smell that had turned her off at first. Now it made her think of when he'd made her take some in her mouth.

Walking outside after leaving the cafeteria, Amanda saw Rhonda waving to her to come over. Rhonda was talking to the new boy, that tall, brown-haired dream with the soft eyes. Amanda wasn't really in the mood. Her mind was a swirling confusion of guilt and vivid images of the pleasure she'd experienced with Alan. But she couldn't avoid them.

Nor could she avoid the invitation to drive around with Tad. Rhonda snuggled up next to him as they left the campus and turned on Main Street. Amanda could tell that her friend was trying to work fast. But Tad kept Amanda in the conversation.

"Wish we didn't have to go back to school," Tad said, turning up the radio. "Too nice a day for that crap." Rhonda's eyes twinkled.

"Yeah. Maybe we should ditch."

Though she could get in trouble, Amanda had been looking for an excuse to avoid Alan. "Why don't we?" Tad saw her a warm smile.

"I could get some beer and we could go to the lake."

"It's still warm enough to swim. Let's go!"

Rhonda was bouncing up and down on the seat.

After stopping at a place Rhonda knew, Tad came out with a paper bag. It was the only one in town where kids could buy beer and the look on the tall boy's face said that he'd been successful. In fifteen minutes they were at the lake.

Rhonda ran around on the beach, showing off her figure while Tad watched with obvious appreciation. But he spent just as much time sneaking glances at Amanda. Amanda wasn't sure why. She felt awkward and shy when compared to her dark-haired friend. Yet Tad was obviously interested.

"Come on," Rhonda called, unbuttoning her blouse. "Let's get wet!" Wearing only her bra and a pair of skimpy red panda, Rhonda waded out into the lake. Tad hesitated, then sat on a rock to pull off his boots. Amanda watched, nervous to be the only spoil-sport.

"Aren't you coming in?" the boy asked.

"I'd feel funny. I don't look all that great without my cloths on anyway."

"I'll bet you look terrific." He skinned his shirt and took off his jeans. Under his skivvies, Amanda could see the lump of his cock. For the first time in her life, she could imagine what it might look like.

Afraid that Tad had seen her looking, she blushed and turned away.

"I think I'll take a walk," she said, going towards the trees that circled the lake.

Amanda walked along a woodland path, enjoying the freedom from school, trying not to think about any of the problems she'd been having. But her mind kept drifting back to Alan, to the camping trip where he'd bound her and done wicked things to her body. She realized now that what he'd done had changed bet. Not just because her cherry had been broken. But in deeper, more important ways. Whereas she'd never been that obsessed with sex before, it was the only thing she could think of now. She was even trying to imagine what Tad's cock looked like. Was it as big as Alan's? Or even bigger?

Back at the water's edge, she couldn't see Rhonda or Tad anymore. Her first thought was that they had sneaked off to be alone. She certainly didn't want to bother them. Yet her curiosity was intense. Maybe she could go sit in the car and play the radio to get her mind off of things.

As she approached the car, Amanda heard Rhonda's sigh, then her husky-throated groan. She realized that the two of them had taken to the back seat of the car, and she knew that it wasn't polite to be peeking. But she took the few more steps to peek carefully through the back window.

Tad had his finger inside Rhonda's cunt. Her panties had been stripped down and her dark cunt curls were plastered down with the sex juice she was leaking. The sound of Tad feeling her up made Amanda tremble. Neither of them saw her. They were far too interested in their hot little game to notice they were being watched.

"I wish you'd suck me," Tad whispered. Rhonda frowned.

"I don't know. It makes me feel funny to touch a guy with my mouth. It did it once just for a second or two."

"Please, Rhonda, please?"

"Do you like me?"

"You know I do."

Rhonda squirmed around in the seat, her eyes scanning the lump that had grown inside Tad's skivvies. Amanda felt like running. But she had to stay as Rhonda stretched the elastic of the boy's shorts out and pulled than down to reveal his prick.

Amanda almost gave a squeal when she saw it. It was bigger than Alan's. The size and color frightened her, and she felt her cunt tighten, squeezing out a flood of sex juice to dampen her panty crotch.

When Rhonda touched Tad's cock and eased his foreskin back to reveal the dark-blue head, Amanda could stand it no longer. She rubbed a hand under her skirt, rubbed the silk of her panties up into her slit.

Tad was trembling, and it seemed to Amanda as if he hadn't been touched much by a member of the opposite sex. As Rhonda sucked in a big breath and stared at the glossy surface of his cockhead, Amanda could recall in detail how Alan's prick had felt sliding along her tongue. While she'd been appalled by him then, the memory set off sparks of pleasure now. This only added to her confusion. Her finger worked under her panty crotch and into the seepy soft flab of her cunt.

"Go ahead," Tad breathed, his eyes bright with anticipation. Rhonda sighed.

"I don't know. I'll try."

As her lips touched him, Tad groaned and began to breathe funny. Rhonda wasn't taking him inside her mouth just yet. She smoothed her plush, spit slickened mouth over his cockhead until he shuddered and stopped breathing altogether. Then she began to flick him with her tongue. Using just the tip of it, she licked the plump head, smearing more spit over the blood taut surface. This seemed to have an incredible effect upon Tad.

He writhed and made growling noises deep in his throat as he worked his hips up and down on the seat. Rhonda grasped his shaft tightly with one hand holding him just behind the swollen knob while she worked her tongue around. She looked as if she was beginning to enjoy herself.

"You're so big," she panted, blinking her dark lashes. Then her pink tongue shot out again and she danced it teasingly over the boy's throbbing pricktip.

"Put it in your mouth!" he gasped. "Let me get used to it first."

"God... that's torture."

"You don't like it?" Rhonda frowned.

"Hey, I love it. I just want more."

"A boy always wants more." Rhonda gave him a crooked grin. "Well, I'll try. But you'd better not do anything naughty in my mouth."

"I promise I won't."

As if to make him keep his promise, Rhonda's long fingers tightened some behind the head of his cock. "You'd better not."

Amanda could hardly stand to watch. Her heart was beating and her breath was weak and rapid. Her finger worked deeper into the juicy heat of her cunt. For the first time in her life, she inserted her own finger into her hole, feeling the way the muscles squeezed down upon it, fingerfucking herself with gentle, exploratory movements.

And Rhonda was exploring Tad's cock with her mouth. The darkened head was completely out of sight now as she smeared lipstick down his shaft. Her lips clasped him tightly as she bobbed her head up and down. The juicy sound of it was enough to make Amanda squirt a drop or two of pee onto her fingers. She'd never imagined that watching Rhonda do this could affect her so much. A week or two ago it would have made, her sick. Now she knew what it was like to have a hot, throbbing cock rubbing back and forth against her tongue.

"Lick me, Rhonda!"

"Mmmhhuuhhh," Rhonda moaned back.

Amanda could tell that she was licking him. Her throat moved and the slurping, sucking sound grew louder. A rivulet of spit dribbled down Rhonda's fingers where she held him. Tad began to pump his hips harder, trying to push more of his prick into her throat.

"Ohhh God, I'm hot," Amanda sighed to herself. She'd stretched her panty crotch completely out of the way, and was working her hips around with a jerking motion. The sound of her own fingers spearing up into the softness of her cunt thrilled her all the more.

"Uhhh!" Tad gasped, his chest rising as he took a breath.

"I'm scared." Rhonda sighed, popping her plush lips free of him.

"I'm scared you won't be able to stop."

"I told you I wouldn't do anything like that." Tad pleaded. He was trembling all over and now that his cocktip was outside Rhonda's mouth, Amanda could see how swollen it had become. It looked like a ripe plum with spit dripping off it. It throbbed in Rhonda's hand as she took another breath and lowered her head.

As Tad's cock was sucked in, he shivered and closed his eyes. Rhonda bobbed her head rapidly, stopping every so often to use her tongue on the tender, swollen head. She was jacking his cockskin too, working him into a frenzy.

Amanda almost felt sorry for the poor guy. He was writhing around like ants were biting him. His muscles strained and she couldn't help but admire his good looks and fine body. For a moment, Amanda imagined her own mouth on Tad's cock but quickly pushed the thought away. It was bad enough just watching. And her clit had swollen up so big and hot!

"Ohhhhh, Rhonda," Tad gasped.

"I hope Amanda doesn't come back and find us doing this."

"Came on, don't stop now. It's really good!"

"Too good. You're gonna get it all over the place. I know how a guy is."

"Aw Jesus, Rhonda, that's not fair. I'm gonna have blue balls for sure."

Amanda didn't have the slightest idea what blue balls were. But she couldn't stop staring through the back window of the car, watching the way poor Tad's cock was pounding. She stumbled away from the car, thankful that they couldn't hear her in the soft sand. She walked down the beach to a big rock and sat down to catch her breath. In just seconds, Rhonda was running up.

"Oh hi, where have you been?"

"Walking around. Where have you been?" Rhonda's eyes sparkled at Amanda's question.

"Playing with Tad. God, he's got a big one."

Amanda blushed, despite the fact that she already knew what her friend had been up to. "You sure work fast," she added, to cover her embarrassment.

"I've just been teasing him a little. I think any boy will appreciate you more if you tease him."

By now Tad had limped out of the car. He'd put his skivvies and jeans on, but the lump of his cock was more than a little obvious. It looked like a big snake crawling down the inside of his pants and Amanda swallowed hard as she noticed that the head was still a swollen lump where Rhonda's mouth had sucked.

Tad kissed her so suddenly, she couldn't resist. His mouth was hot and he tasted like beer, and she found herself liking it, liking it all too much. By the time she could think straight and push him away, his tongue had touched hers and her heart was pounding.

"Don't!"

"I was hoping you weren't as much of a tease as your friend."

"I don't mean to tease. But I wasn't ready for..."

"This?" Tad grabbed her again, his mouth on her neck now. He unbuttoned her blouse before she could stop him. She squirmed around, trying to push him back, begging for him to leave her alone. Then he grabbed her wrist and made her palm brush across the lump in his jeans.

"Noooo!"

"Squeeze it for me, Amanda I'm begging you. My guts ache from what Rhonda did."

"They ache?" Amanda breathed, still resisting, but interested.

"When a guy gets close to coming and then doesn't, it's bad." He gave her a look of pain.

"Hurts?"

Tad laughed. "She wants to know if it hurts."

"I don't know anything about these things," Amanda snapped, indignant. But she hadn't been able to pull her hand free of the cock-warmed denim. Could she be enjoying it, she wondered?

"Just squeeze it a few times. I'm about to got sick, it hurts so bad."

"I don't even know you, and you're asking me to..."

"Please!"

The look of anguish in the young man's eyes we so sincere that Amanda felt bad. She chewed her lip and looked down to here Rhonda still played at the water's edge. Then she took a big breath and tightened her fingers.

"You're the one who really turns me on," Tad said, his hand caressing her shoulder. "Yeah, squeeze it like that." He looked down toward the water and then back at Amanda. "I'm gonna pull my jeans down so you can really squeeze it."

"No, I'm getting out." She reached for the door handle, but Tad grabbed her wrist. His eyes threatened. "Tad, I don't want to do this, I..." Her protests were smothered by a wet kiss. Trying not to enjoy it didn't help. Tad knew how to kiss, and soon her heart was pounding, her skin warm with the flush of excitement. As he kissed her, he worked his cock out of his Levi's and made her curl her fingers around it again.

"I shouldn't be doing this," she gasped, panting against his neck. His hands petted her back and sides and she felt her pussy overflow with juice. When she looked down, her heart picked up speed.

She'd watched Rhonda fooling around with him only moments before. Now her own hot hand was massaging him, milking him. She let her fingers ride slowly up and down his shaft, taking his foreskin along. It covered his tip partway, then exposed it again. He looked glossy down there, and the head of his cock was very dark. Tad bared his teeth, his head limp against the seat.

"Ohhhhh God! Ohhhhh God damn!"

"It's throbbing something awful," Amanda blurted.

She was looking down when the tiny fountain of white bubbled up a few inches into the air. The hot strings of cum dripped down over her clasping fingers. Though she knew she shouldn't like something so messy and sinful, the slick stuff made her thrill. She cursed herself for enjoying it. But she was enjoying it. Each strong spurt of cream made her heart jump. To watch Tad writhe around in the seat was just as exciting. To think that she was doing it, causing it all.

"Ohhhhh, baby! Ohhhhh, Amanda, Amanda, Amanduuhhhhhh!"

Now his cum was really jumping! She panted loudly as she continued to work her long, thin fingers up and down his rigid prick. The messy slickness made her jacking movements slurpy and sexy, and Amanda was reminded of how it had sounded when Rhonda had been fingerfucked. She remembered too how it used sounded when Alan Walker had eaten her pussy and fucked her and done other naughty things.

"You're so hard!" she gasped, forgetting herself. The glistening globs of cream oozed down her wrist as Tad's big balls drew up tightly against the base of his shaft. That cock she held appeared beautiful now. She knew it went against everything she'd been taught, but she couldn't help it. It was beautiful. So big, so fat with blood! So hot against her palm. Again she imagined it sliding into her body, then whimpered and shook her head to get rid of the sinful thought.

"Ohhhhh, don't stop," Tad gasped, another sneak of white leaping a foot into the air. Amanda had been leaning too close. A hot droplet clung against her cheek and she pulled back in shock. But she didn't stop pumping Tad's cock for a second.

It ended almost as quickly as it had begun. Instinctively, Amanda continued to pump his prickshaft, but slowed the rhythm. That swollen tip was as dark as before and just as big too. Except now, the cum wasn't spurting. It just rolled out, oozing down over the smooth tip in little waves. Another surge bubbled up and the tiny slit opened and closed in one last spasm of excitement.

Tad gave Amanda the softest, sweetest look she'd ever had from a boy in her life. She couldn't help but melt a little.

"I'd better find something to clean up with," she said, lowering her lashes.

"Hey, Amanda, thanks. I really needed it, and you weren't afraid."

"You shouldn't thank me. Rhonda's the one who got you excited."

"But she's bullshit. You're the one."

"You said that before. I'm not sure I should believe you."

"Listen, I've got ta see you again. I promise I'll be a good boy when we go out."

"Tad, I..."

It was a scream from Rhonda that made them both look up. She was running towards the car, waving her arms. Then Amanda saw the reason for her excitement. A car was circling the lake road, coming directly towards them. It was Alan Walker's car!

"Oh Christ!" Tad said, jerking at his Levi's, trying to cover his cummy, wilting cock. The car braked to a stop and Alan was out. His face looked angry and he was running. Amanda got out of the car before she knew what she was doing. She started walking backwards, then turned to run. By now Alan had already ordered Rhonda and Tad to stay where they were. Amanda heard his accusations and threats of trouble with the principal. Alan caught her fifty yards down the beach. In her fright, Amanda hadn't thought to wipe the hot cum from her hands. When Alan grabbed her, he made a face and then spun her around.

"You filthy little bitch! Been playing games out here, have you? Couldn't wait for me to take care of you. I knew you were a nymphomaniac when I first laid eyes on you."

She was crying now, ashamed and shocked that Alan had caught her skipping school. But more ashamed that he'd caught ha with cummy hands. They were back where Tad was parked now. Tad and Rhonda were standing there, looking very nervous. Tad glowered when Alan ordered them both back to the school grounds.

"I'll bring Amanda back to school myself. You three should know better. I'll have to think about what kind of punishment you'll get."

Tad almost said something, but didn't. Amanda was relieved he held his peace. He looked mad, and with Alan mad too, it would only make matters worse. Tad drove off with Rhonda though, her heart fell. She was all alone with Alan now, and when he slapped her face and pushed her against his car, she began to sob louder than ever.

"So what have you been doing? How did you get that cum all over your hands?"

"It... it was an accident."

"Like hell. What did Tad do to you? Eat your pussy? Did he fuck you?"

"No! I swear it, no!"

Alan slapped her again. Then his mouth curled into a wicked grin. He reached into his pocket, and she saw the leather thongs that had bound her wrists before. When his hand come forward she pulled back. But he had her trapped against the car.

"Now I'm going to teach you a lesson," he growled. Amanda, weakened with fear, went to her knees in the sand.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Struggling and whimpering, Amanda was stripped of her clothing. Everything but her blue knee socks. Alan had always had a thing about those. And as he pushed her around roughly, he stroked her willowy body and told her what a naughty little bitch she was.

"I'm gonna make you beg for it," he panted, giving the thong a jerk. The leather cut into her wrists enough to make Amanda wince. Pulling her arms over her head, Alan bound the loose end of the thong to his spotlight. Now he opened her legs, tying one ankle to each end of the bumper.

"If anyone drives up, you'll be in lots of trouble," Amanda told him. But she could see that Alan was not in a reasonable mood. He was stripping off his own clothes now. His cock jerked upwards from his skivvies as he skinned them. He came at her hungrily, mounting the hood where she lay stretched and helpless. He pushed two fingers between the lips of her cunt. "Ohhhhhh!" Amanda gasped, her long lashes fluttering.

"You're wet enough for anything I want to do," he growled. "What were you letting that dumb kid do to you when I drove up?"

Alan continued to stroke her, his fingers sliding over her slippery meat. She writhed and panted, her heart picking up speed. She knew she couldn't control her body's reactions. She'd learned that much by now. And Alan knew exactly where to touch her.

"Don't... ohhhhh God, don't do that!"

Alan was pushing his middle finger deep into her hole. When he did it slowly, her ass quivered violently and her cheeks dimpled where she tensed from the excruciating pleasure. When he started using two fingers, her muscled opening was stretched a little and the friction became even more breathtaking.

"Ghhhaaaaah," she moaned, biting her lip. Her head flopped back and forth on the hood of the car as Alan penetrated her until her velvet flesh squeezed tightly around his knuckles. "Ohhhhh damn you, damn you!"

Alan had pulled his hand away but was kissing the insides of her thighs. She couldn't close them. Not even if she wanted to, and she wasn't so sure she wanted to at all. His mouth pressed hard, dividing her plump, dripping cuntlips!

She squirmed harder, her hips plunging up and down, rubbing her slippery pussy against his teeth.

"I knew you'd get to want it," Alan said, burrowing deeper, his tongue flicking out at the edges of her tight young hole.

"Nhhhhaaaah," Amanda whimpered, feeling him lick her deeper. Her muscles opened tightly around his tongue as he speared her slowly, rhythmically. Now she held her breath, her face red from the exciting tension that spread in shimmering waves over her skin.

"You want more than just my tongue, don't you?" Alan said, his voice husky. She focused her eyes enough to see that his chin was smeared with her juice. She could smell her own musky scent, and realized that ha hips were still plunging, even tough Alan had stopped licking her.

He climbed up onto the hood, straddling her naked body until she saw the heavy head of his cock swinging just inches above her mouth. Amanda turned away, but Alan grabbed her chin and forced her to let him rub his prick against her lips. The heat and firmness of his prick made her tremble. He rubbed again until her lips parted.

"Lick me, damn it."

"Nooo!"

But he pushed a finger between her teeth then, and when she opened her mouth, he forced the head of his cock inside. She let her tongue play around the taut flesh of his tip, ashamed that the touching, the licking of him was exciting her as well. She felt a dribble of spit slide down her cheek. He was pushing more of his cock into her mouth now, and as it drove slickly along her tongue, her nipples burned with pleasure.

Pumping in and out, Alan began to fuck her mouth. He pushed deeper, letting her get used to his cock an inch at a time. He was so stiff! So huge! She babbled something, moaning through her nose. The leather thongs held her arms above her head, but she strained against her bonds, her belly sucking in tightly as Alan pushed the head of his cock almost into her throat.

"Ghhhhhaaaaah," she coughed, writhing violently with the fear of choking. Alan just laughed and continued to push his hard-on in and out between her lips.

Amanda was surprised that he stopped and eased his throbbing prick out from between her teeth. Then he bent to kiss her on the mouth, his wet cock smearing spit over one of her firm nipples. He let his cock and balls slide down her chest and belly, then slide lower.

"Nooo! Don't fuck me!"

"You want it anyway. You were begging for it from that young stud you had in the car!"

"That's a lie!"

"You had cum all over your hands."

Amanda wanted to explain that it hadn't been like Alan thought. But already he was forcing his cock into her, wedging her lips apart, then the muscles of her hole. She shuddered as the thick, pulsing head dilated her. Then be was inside, his shaft making a slick sound as be thrust into the heat of her young body.

"Nhhhhaaaah," she babbled, flopping her head again. Alan licked ha armpits, licked her chest and small tits. He nursed hungrily at one of her nipples until she thought she'd scream. And all the while, his hips did a slow, rolling dance against her. His cock stretched and speared and opened her up. Her soft flesh tightened around him as she felt herself respond. She couldn't stop now. Her hips lunged and shivered. She pulled against the leather, liking the pain as the thongs cut into her wrists and ankles.

"You hot little bitch," Alan laughed, digging his fingers into her ass. "You were born to fuck."

"Ohhh, ohhhhh, don't put it in any deeper! Ohhhh, it's gonna hurt!"

But even as she moaned this, Alan curled his fingers hard into her buttocks, touching her taut, dry asshole as he forced his cocktip into her cunt hole. Shuddering violently with the depth of his penetration. Amanda rocked her hips from side td side. Her clit was being mashed down by his pubic bone and she ground against him, the slurpy suck of her juices making the movement all the more erotic.

Her hole was tightening and relaxing, then tightening again. It was clasping the thick base of his cockshaft as if trying to pull his cum out of his balls. Alan fucked faster, rubbing the sensitive bulge of his tip against her super-soft insides.

As if triggered by each thrust, her pussy contracted around him, its suction pulling his swollen tip even deeper into her belly. Amanda was so close to coming that she was drooling. Her eyes rolled. Her heart pounded in her chest and she strained against the thongs so hard that her muscles shook.

"God! Ohhhh God damn!" she squealed, biting her tongue.

Deep, deep inside her the head of Alan's cock felt like a huge plum! It was throbbing and stretching her! Then she felt the hot spurt of his cream. Only an instant later, she was coming too, riding the high, hot itch between her cuntlips. She screamed, screamed again. One thong pulled free and her hand fell down across Alan's back. She clawed him with her long nails as his cock jerked powerfully in the fevered squeeze of her pussy.

"Ohhhhh!"

"Yeah baby, get it all!"

They plunged and wallowed across the hood of his car, Amanda's firm cheeks beating a ragged rhythm as her teacher thrust his cock into her and drew it back to thrust again.

"Ahhhh, uhhhhh," he groaned, getting it in all the way, rubbing his exploding tip against her tightest, hottest flesh. The hot cum streamed down the hood now, and the sticky, squishy feel between Amanda's cuntlips made her tremble. The tickle had gone through her until she'd forgotten her own name, and now it was about to begin again. But Alan pulled out and staggered off a few feet to slump against a tree. She rolled hungrily on the warm metal of the car, needing more, but ashamed to beg for it. Alan had told her he could make her do that, and she wasn't about to prove him right.

"Just give me a few minutes and I'm going to have you again," he said, eyes glazed with sex. He sat down heavily, his back against the tree trunk.

Amanda watched him close his eyes. Was he passing out from the exertion? Had he noticed that one of the thongs had come free and she was able to untie the other one? No, he hadn't noticed anything.

It didn't take her long to get her ankles free, looking up every few seconds to make sure Alan wasn't about to pounce on her again. But he seemed asleep. Or so exhausted he couldn't bother. She rubbed her wrists as she went around to the side of the car. Her cunt was dripping hot cum down both of her thighs now. She felt messy and ashamed and very angry at the teacher who'd degraded her so completely and so often.

Looking for something to wipe herself with, Amanda opened the glove compartment. The shiny pistol lay there, as if begging her to pick it up. She ran a finger over the handle, then closed her fingers around it. Alan still dozed against the trunk of the tree nearby. A smile cut across her lips as she hefted the small pistol. Yes, it was loaded. But Alan wouldn't know that she'd never have the nerve to really shoot him. All she wanted was a little revenge. With the pistol behind her, she walked over to where he was and touched the barrel against his temple. Alan came awake with a start.

"Listen to me closely," she said, making her voice sound as mean as she could. "If you do what I tell you, I won't hurt you."

"You silly little bitch, give me that..."

The sharp report frightened her as she squeezed the trigger. But the blast of sand where the bullet went into the ground a foot from Alan's leg scared him even more. She put the gun against his head again. Alan didn't move a muscle.

"Now listen to me," Amanda said. "And listen close."

By the time she got back to school, Amanda was trembling like a leaf. She wasn't sure if her absence had been noticed by anyone other than Alan and she was curious whether Tad and Rhonda had returned as ordered. They had, and no one had said a thing to them. Rhonda smiled as Amanda came into the classroom and gave her a quick nod. With Alan gone, the students were bullshitting and fooling around. No one had even noticed that Amanda had been missing for so long a time.

"Where is he?" Rhonda hissed, making sure that no one but Amanda heard. Tad came up then and sat down by them. Amanda took a deep breath and began.

"You won't believe this, but I left him tied up out by the lake."

Tad's face went white. "Tied up? How in hell..."

Amanda blushed. Rhonda squeezed her hand, as if acknowledging that she knew what had been going on all the time.

"He was making you do things, wasn't he Amanda?"

"Yes, and I got tired of it."

Tad looked curious. "What sort of things?"

Rhonda was fingering the grooves on Amanda's wrists where the thongs had been. Now Tad saw the places too. He gave both girls a puzzled look.

"He was using her," Rhonda hissed. "He was tying her up and making her..."

"Don't talk about it," Amanda whispered. She could see that Tad was more than a little interested in what his teacher had been doing. And as she glanced down, Amanda noticed that he was getting a terrific hard-on.

"He tied you up?" Tad wanted to know.

"Yes. I won't tell you the rest, so don't even ask." Amanda sighed and looked around to make sure no one was edging close to hear what they were talking about. "But now Mr. Walker is the one who is tied up. And he doesn't have a stitch on."

"How'd you get back to town?" Rhonda asked. "I took his car. Parked it a few blocks from the school. Since no one but him knows we cut class, we'll be safe. Alan sure won't say anything." Amanda giggled. "I called the cops and told them where he was. I told them I was a victim of his fun and games, but didn't want to press charges. I didn't give my name or anything, but Alan will have plenty of questions to answer when the patrol car arrives at the lake."

Rhonda looked scared.

"Oh God, Amanda, you took a big chance. What if he tries to make trouble?"

"I'm betting that he won't. I think he's been bluffing me, and I was too scared tar call his bluff. But now it's called." Amanda felt Tad's hand squeezing hers. He looked excited.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you?" he asked.

"I suppose so." She squeezed back to let him know she appreciated his concern. His cock looked about to break out of his Levi's.

"How about going out with me tonight?"

"My folks will be gone," Amanda said. "And I think I'd rather not go anywhere, anyway." She was already trying to think up an excuse for her father so she wouldn't have to attend the church social that evening. Tad squeezed her hand harder.

"Then I'll drop by."

She couldn't make herself tell him not to come. Rhonda gave a knowing grin.

"I guess I'll leave you two alone. I get the feeling that I'm really not needed anymore."

Things had turned out just as Amanda had expected. She'd heard the rumor, after school ended that day, the rumor about Mr. Walker. The phone kept ringing as her friends called to spread it. Mr. Walker had been found in a compromising situation out by the lake. The papers had been kept out of it, but there were complications with the police. One student whose father was a cop had lots of details. And it was said that the school officials had been seen going into the courthouse just before dark. Amanda was sure now that she had nothing to worry about. If her lustful teacher said anything about her, it would only make it worse for him in the long run. She'd risked a bluff and won.

But a hot bath and clean clothes still didn't relax her. Her mind was filled with memories of the things Alan had done to her. One part of her hated all that Alan had forced her to submit to. But another part of her tingled at the memory of his mouth sucking on her tender parts, his hands caressing her body. Yes, something inside her had changed. Not just her cherry either. Something in her mind.

She smiled as she remembered Tad's shock at bearing what Alan had been up to.

"It will be nice seeing him," she mused aloud. Then she experienced a rush of pleasure that started inside her cunt and washed up her body like a swiftly-moving tidal wave. She had forgotten Alan now. She was thinking about how Tad's big cock had felt as she'd squeezed the hot cum from it with her fingers. "Oh, what's wrong with me? I can't think of anything but sex anymore."

By the time her parents had left for the church social, Amanda could hardly sit still. She sneaked some of her father's wine and drained her glass quickly, wondering just when Tad would show up. She had just emptied a second glass when he knocked at the door.

Amanda had put on a long, flowing dress for the occasion, and she could tell Tad liked it, as his eyes passed down over her braids, over her small breasts and narrow waist. He gave her a hug, his fingers resting on the outwards swell of her ass cheeks for a daring moment. She could feel his cock pounding against her belly. This thrilled her even more than all of Alan's wicked games. Because she wanted Tad to like her.

"Want some wine?"

"Sure," he nodded, keeping his arm around her waist as they walked to the living room. She was barefoot, and the occasional glimpses he got of her bare toes under the hem of the dress seemed to work on him. The alcohol in her blood had made her feel more carefree than she'd ever felt in her life. More daring, too.

While Tad sipped his wine, she studied his handsome features and curly brown hair. They were holding hands, and she could feel him trembling ever so slightly. He was tense. After all the things Alan had done to her, Amanda thought she knew why Tad was so nervous.

"You like me, don't you?" she asked, making it more a statement than a question.

"More than just like you."

Amanda pulled the end of a braid around to suck on. This excited Tad all the more. She giggled and painted his chin with the braid.

"I think you came over here to do naughty things to me."

Tad swallowed hard and quickly took a drink of his wine.

"Well?" Amanda insisted. "Didn't you?"

"You excite me," Tad admitted, his cheeks red.

"More than Rhonda?"

"Lots more than Rhonda."

Amanda brushed her lips across Tad's and pulled away teasingly. "I think you'd like to tie me up like Alan did. Am I right?" she knew she was. Poor Tad had to squirm to make his rigid cock more comfortable.

"I'm not that kind of guy."

"Oh, don't be heroic," Amanda whispered, her wet mouth just touching the handsome boy's ear. "You do want to tie me up, don't you? While I'm all naked?" Her fingers slipped quickly down his chest, down his belly. She squeezed the lump in his jeans so hard that he groaned.

"God, Amanda, I'm crazy about you!"

She let him wrestle her down on the sofa, let him feel up wider her long skirt. Then he was unbuttoning it, fumbling to jerk it down.

"Come on," she said, pushing him away. "Let's go upstairs. I'd feel more comfortable in my own bedroom." Her smile made him lick his lips. "And anyway, I have something there you could use."

"Use?" Tad asked, panting harder.

"To tie me up with, silly," she breathed, her tongue flicking out to tickle his ear again. They almost raced up the steps. Amanda giggled when he caught her and pushed her against the wall. Her ass cheeks tingled as the force flattened them. Tad's hand went up her loosened dress. He touched her pussy, pressing the crotchband of her panties between the seeping meat of her cunt.

"Ohhhhh!" Amanda gasped, twisting out of his arms again, fleeing down the hall. Inside her room she turned to face him. Tad shut the door and stripped his shirt. His chest heaved. His eyes sparkled with anticipation. "Catch me if you can," she dared, jumping away from his hands.

It didn't take him long. Her had her down on the bed now, the silk belt of her robe in one hand, her two hands in the other. He bound her wrists behind her and Amanda fought him the whole way. But she struggled only enough to make it interesting. She wanted to be tied! She wanted Tad to have total power over her.

She slid to the floor, her knees braced apart as he looked down at her.

"Make me suck your cock," she whimpered, losing what little self-restraint she had left. "Make me suck it!"

Confused at first, Tad stripped his own clothes off. Then he grabbed her hair and held her still while he petted his cocktip across her lips. Amanda kept turning her head away. Tad was being too gentle.

"Make me suck it," she panted. Tad pulled her hair then, cursing under his breath. Whimpering with helplessness, Amanda opened her mouth. She wanted him to be just a little rough with her. Tad sensed this now. He thrust his cock almost to the back of her throat. She gagged and her belly bucked. But when he dragged it back some, she began to suck it hungrily, her tongue wallowing against the barbed shape of his tip. The spit ran down her chin as she slurped and licked him.

"Jeshhhuuuussss," Tad sighed, his knees shaking as she bobbed her head forward and back. She was doing everything she thought might feel good to him. She used her tongue in every way she knew how and, some that she didn't. She flicked his swollen tip with it, then rubbed the underside of his shaft with slow, circular movements that made Tad suck in huge breaths of air.

Tad made her stop. He pulled her to her feet and hugged her in an eager embrace, his mouth hot against hers, his hands feeling the smooth white flesh of her curves. Being kissed and felt of while her hands were tied thrilled Amanda more than it ever had before.

"Fuck me," she panted. "Do it now! Make me do it with you!"

She was thrown down on her own bed. Tad forced her thighs apart and nestled his cock between the lips of her young pussy. She fought him every step of the way, her braids flopping, her squeals ad whimpers adding fuel to his aroused state.

When she felt the head of his prick opening her, Amanda growled deep in her throat and pushed her tongue between Tad's teeth. He sucked it as he forced his cocktip deeper. Using gentle thrusts, he divided her cuntlips and filled her hole with the hard heat of his throbbing cock.

"Ohhhhh God in heaven!" Amanda cried, her ass thumping the bed. She wriggled from side to side, then up and down. She realized now that there were no formal movements to fucking. You could do anything you felt like doing. And she was moving like a rabbit now. She gave Tad's cock loving squeezes, using her muscles around the base of his cock like she'd done with Alan. But Tad's cock was nicer! Hotter and bigger and... it belonged to Tad.

"Uhhhh, Tad darling! Uhhhh you're fucking the daylights out of me!" It was fun to feel helpless. Tad was strong, too, squeezing her lithe body as he let his cock slide deeper yet. But suddenly she had the desire to hug him back. She whispered her desire into his ear and he untied her wrists quickly.

"I wanted to feel my cunt when you..."

"Fuck you," Tad finished for her, lifting his body so she could work her long fingers down and curl them around his cockshaft. Then he fucked her slowly, fucking the circle of her thumb and finger at the same time.

Amanda was ecstatic. She could foci how swollen and slick her pussy flesh was. And how rigid Tad was! She squirmed hungrily, letting his swollen barb gouge against her very deep inside. Then she found his balls and squeezed them in their sack. Tad gasped and fucked her harder.

"I wish it could go on forever," Amanda panted.

"You're too much," Tad laughed, forcing himself to stop so that it wouldn't be over so quickly. For a while they stayed like that, Amanda petting his back and shoulders with one hand while she massaged his balls with the other.

But neither of them could stay still for long. Soon they were squirming again, rubbing their crotches together in eager anticipation of that final, heart-pounding thrill.

"Do I have a nice cunt?" Amanda whispered.

"Yes!"

"You've got a nice cock too. It's so hard! I love how hard it is. I love the way it spears so deep into my body." She licked his mouth. "Am I hot inside?"

"Like fever." He pushed her knees up to spread her pussy wider. Then he slipped his hands under her ass cheeks. With her hips prancing, Amanda fucked furiously. They were both getting close now, and she didn't care. She wanted Tad to have her, to fill her with his love juices.

"Amanda, I'd better stop now. I'm getting pretty close..."

"I don't care, darling," she cooed. "Do it! Do it inside me! I'm gonna come too."

The bed thumped as their wild movements became wilder yet. Amanda flung her arms around Tad's neck and held on for dear life. He was working her into a slippery fury, her cunt was so swollen and slick that it made sucking sounds as it tried to pull his cock up into her womb. At least that was how it felt to Amanda!

The familiar spasms were going on inside her now. The tightening of her satin-smooth flesh around Tad's thrusting cock. And that crazy tickle. The tickle became an itch so exhilarating and so maddening that Amanda screamed with all her energy, her nails raking red lines across Tad's back.

She came, her spasms combining with Tad's hot spurts to send them both tumbling into a paradise neither had ever visited before. Amanda raked her thin heels against Tad's ass, urging him to ride her deep and hard and fast. Tad rode her just like she wanted. The slick strings of cum were dripping down her crack. She wallowed in the sexy glory of the moment, kissing and biting and clawing at her man until she was trembling with exhaustion.

Tad held her face between his hands, then kissed her nose and mouth. "Was it good for you?"

"Oh yes!"

"Better than Alan?"

"Don't ever mention that bastard's name to me again," she said, tightening her cummy cunt around Tad's prick. She only wanted to hear one man's name from now on. Tad, Tad, Tad! She could say it forever.

"Let's fuck again," Amanda whispered, still working her cunt muscles.

"I'm limp," Tad grinned.

"Just put it in my mouth and you won't be limp for long."

Amanda rolled him onto his back and began to lick the ropy jism from his prick. It was going to be a long, fun evening. And there would be many, many more to enjoy. Now that she'd found her man.

THE END

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