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."
"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.