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.