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.