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.