Chapter 6

"I found this place a couple of years ago," her teacher admitted. "I found the kiva too. But the moment I stepped into it I knew what I wanted to use it for. So I kept my discovery quiet." He caressed her brown hair, looking down at where she had fallen to her knees before him. "You were just fifteen then. I knew your father and knew you'd be entering the university at sixteen. I waited until you'd had your seventeenth birthday. You tended to be a quiet young lady so I hoped that by some miracle you'd still be a virgin by the time I arranged this field trip." Nate Brewster smiled and touched the side of Susan's face again. The heat of his palm went through her like electricity. Her cunt grew wetter against the crotch of her panties.

"But ... but ... " It was so incredible that she couldn't think of what to say.

"And you are still a virgin, aren't you?"

"Yes, sir."

"Tonight, in the kiva, you will cease to be a virgin. But now you must learn a few things. I'm going to prepare you so that you won't forget one second of the experience."

Susan wondered if her teacher had gone slightly crazy. All she wanted to do was to run away. Until she looked back down at his throbbing, swollen cock again. And then she felt trapped and the trapped feeling made her nipples glow.

"Don't make me ... " she whimpered, but Nate Brewster was already coming forward a step or two. His up-jutting cock brushed her forehead. She felt his balls bump her chin. Brewster's big hands were on each side of her face, pulling her against his erection.

"Kiss me," he whispered. His handsome face smiled down with loving firmness and though Susan was shaking her head, the warmth and firmness against her mouth made her feel so odd. She kissed his shaft dryly. His cock surged suddenly with the caress.

Then it was as if the touch of Dr. Brewster's fingers on her face were controlling her thoughts. He moved her mouth around over his cock as she continued to kiss him. She had lost the will to resist. With hands tied behind her back, kneeling she knew she was in his power. His voice and manner seemed to go through her. And now her lips were wet her kisses sliding across his tumid, feverish flesh. She saw the glossy smears her kiss left on him.

Hours ago she wouldn't have dreamed of doing anything so carnal. All her instincts would have made her feel nasty kissing a man's private parts. But perhaps Nate Brewster had aroused instincts in her that had laid hidden, even from her consciousness. Because as his prick jerked with rigid excitement from the hot wetness of her kisses, Susan felt her own passion pulsing through the tender, wet flesh of her cunt.

"I knew it would be like this, you beautiful little princess." Nate spread his feet wider. "You Like to kiss me there, don't you."

"No ... I ... " Her lips touched the lumps at the underside of his glans. They were still covered by his foreskin but as her kiss wet him, the clasping sheath stretched back as his knob swelled with hot blood. Susan felt the slick brush of his tip across her cheek as she tried to turn away.

"Susan, I want you to hold my glans between your lips."

"No!"

"You've got to learn to submit completely to my desires," he said. His voice wasn't cruel or threatening. But Susan knew that he meant every word. What she wouldn't do, Nate Brewster would make her do.

Nate held his cock in one hand to steady it. His other hand eased behind Susan's head and gently pulled her forward. That throbbing cocktip was still partly covered by his white foreskin. She struggled, whimpering. The smoothly rounded tip pressed between her lips. It was so hot! So slick! It made her tremble and feel weak inside. So very weak.

"Open your jaws, Susan."

"Mmmmuuhh," she gasped, trying to turn away. But that spongy cocktip pressed harder. It was soft and hard at the same time. It was very hot. It was making her moan down deep in her throat. With a trembling cry, Susan opened her jaws and the head of Nate Brewster's big cock stretched her lips into a soft O.

"Nhhaaaahhh," she groaned. Her nostrils were flared out with excitement and she breathed in a ragged, wild way. That glans was huge! It rested heavily on her tongue like some weird hot plum. Susan could hardly believe that it had ever been able to fit into any woman's body. She remembered that Betty Brewster was a large boned, wide-hipped female. Susan felt so skinny and small by comparison. With Nate's cocktip pulsing in between her lips she wondered if he really meant to sacrifice her virginity that night in the kiva.

"I'm proud of you," Nate said, his voice rumbling like thunder. He pushed more of his cock into her mouth. Her lips peeled his foreskin back to expose the flared barb completely. Now it rubbed across the deep trough her tongue had made. She sensed each surging bulge, each beat of his heart. The shaft behind the tip seemed as big as the handle of a flashlight! She could feel the veins sticking out and the wrinkled collar of his retracted foreskin.

"Muuhhhnnnn," she moaned. Her saliva was overflowing the corners of her mouth. She swallowed hard, her tongue sliding forward and back across the tumid lobes under Nate's tip. Of all the things she'd ever tasted and touched by licking, there was no way to describe the texture of this swollen knob. Susan whimpered again, her tongue exploring the bumps and hollows of the feverish glans.

"Yes, princess, yes!"

"Uhhmmmmm," she cooed, not knowing whether she was excited or frightened and deciding finally that she was both. She had an image of herself in her mind. There before her trusted teacher on her knees in the sand. Her wrists bound behind her. Her shirt unbuttoned and peeled back from her shoulders to expose the firm, white swells of her breasts, her hard nipples hot with blood. Far off was the sound of the river and above them the hiss of the trees. But the other sound, the sound that sent hot thrills through her tummy was the sound of her dripping mouth as she sucked on the head of Nate Brewster's huge cock!

Susan felt the man's fingers tighten at the sides of her face as he gently drew his cock back from between her lips. She was panting, mouth hanging open as she looked at what she'd done. That feverish glans bobbed a few inches away from her face. It was taut with blood and her spit had mingled with Nate's juices to form a glossy sheen of wetness over the dark blue flesh.

"What do you want to do?" Nate asked softly. Susan stared without blinking at the incredible thing that dripped her own saliva.

"I ... I ... want ... " A sensible part of her mind screamed something, something she couldn't quite make out. Then Nate turned slightly, brought his hips forward so that the side of his cockshaft was close to her mouth. With a moan of surrender, Susan closed her lips against his shaft, licking the steely firmness. She let her kisses slide back along the length of him like she was playing a strange flute. His erection bobbed upwards and she drenched the underside with spit, her tongue flashing out to cover each vein and to trace the thickened tube that ran up toward his glans. Now she was on the other side of his prickshaft, licking that too. She went round and round his cock, licking and kissing and sucking noisily. But in the back of her mind she was thinking of that hot, huge glans again. She was yearning to feel it on her tongue once more. Nate Brewster bent down and pushed his open mouth against her. Her face was upturned to him as he held her under her chin and forced his tongue between her teeth. Susan felt as if she'd lost all control of her emotions. Nate's kiss made her cunt bloom out against the crotchband of her panties. Then he was pushing his cock forward again and as her lashes fluttered excitedly, she let her mouth form a plush O again, let that smooth, hot knob slide across her tongue.

"Mmmmmmm," she murmured, her tongue suddenly working as if it had a mind of its own. She was sliding forward and back against the lobed tip, slurping noisily now that the lovely shape was inside her mouth again. Her cheeks pulled in from the suction she was exerting. Nate trembled and his belly rippled with tenseness.

"My baby princess," he gasped, pushing forward, holding her head firmly so that she had to take more of that thing than ever. The huge head brushed the roof of her mouth and then smeared hotly against her tonsils. Susan's tummy bucked as she gagged. But Nate left that throbbing glans there, let her gag again and again.

"Get used to it. There'll be many more times like this."

"Ghhhaaahh," she cried, fighting the huge shape with her tongue. But instead of pulling back, Nate drove another inch deeper.

"Relax! Make your throat relax!"

Tears trickled down her cheeks but Susan tried to do what he said. Miraculously it worked! Her throat stopped convulsing and she felt her tonsils close down around the head of his cock and just stay there. Nate didn't move either. He wanted her to get used to that monster stuck in her throat.

A spasm threatened to send her into choking fits again but this time Susan forced herself to be calm. Again, the waves of choking sickness passed. She had, no idea how long Nate's cock was in her throat before he let out a long, sighing breath but she guessed it was at least five minutes. Now she found she could swallow, even with Nate's glans wedged against the back of her throat. And when she did swallow, her tonsils squeezed tightly around him, smearing and caressing the tender ridge of his glans.

Nate pulled back slowly until only his knob was still inside Susan's mouth.

"You're learning much more quickly than I'd hoped," he said. His voice was gentle, caressing. It made her nipples tingle and her belly tight. The way he looked at her with her mouth around his erect cock made her feel ... feel ... Susan couldn't describe the way it made her feel. She tugged weakly at the thongs that cut into her wrist. They hurt her flesh but not in a bad way. Her knees hurt in the sand too. But these small pains seemed to increase the tensions inside her. And these tensions made hot pleasure throb through her loins and tits.

Something different was happening. Nate's cocktip was surging. Growing taut and large and then shrinking slightly, pulsing, pulsing, pulsing! Her tongue touched the spot between his lobes. She licked the flared part of his barb and rubbed the flat of her tongue across the very tip of the head. Nate groaned in a way she'd never heard before. He kept petting the sides of her face, touching where her lips were clasped wetly around his shaft. He touched the drip of saliva that dangled constantly from her chin too. Some of her spit was running down her neck all the way to her breasts. He pumped his big cock in and out a little as she kept licking.

Susan felt another shudder go through her teacher. She was afraid now, afraid of what would happen. She'd seen down into Les' jeans that time he'd dry hunched her against the tree. She'd watched that weird white stuff bubble out of the tip of his penis. And the night Dr. Brewster had been with his wife, she'd seen the thick curds leaking from Betty's mouth.

"Nhhhooo," she moaned, her tongue still petting the velvety flesh of Nate's hot cock.

"Yes, Susan. You'll have to drink it. It has to be. It's what I've planned for you." He squeezed her shoulders affectionately. "But it's only the beginning."

"Uhhmmmmm, nhhhuuuhhh!" Susan sensed how close Nate Brewster was to a climax. He was tense and trembling and his chest heaved rapidly as her slickened lips slid back and forth over his shaft. Her tongue flicked faster even though she knew what it would bring. Because she knew too that whatever Nate told her to do, she had to do. Frightened as she was, she'd have to drink his hot cum.

Susan jerked her hands again as Nate's passions built. He panted with his mouth open, watching her suckle on that thick, hot stalk that jutted up out of his groin like some magical probe. He was probing her throat with it now, then pulling back until just the glans rested between her squeezing lips. And all the time her tongue swathed it with hot spit. Susan seemed to sense exactly what Nate wanted. She was in his power, she had to do it all.

The first spurt of cream spattered into the back of her throat. The big man who stood before her in the sand shivered as if he'd been struck by lightning. Susan had stopped licking him when she'd felt the hot blast of semen. The odd, flat taste had shocked her too. But when she turned her big eyes up to see Nate's face turning red she knew he was holding his breath. Her tongue, dripping strings of cum, darted out against his glans. She curled it under his lobes and rubbed back and forth in rapid, quivering movements.

Nate Brewster breathed again, letting out a passionate moan with the trapped air. Another flood of hot seed boiled out onto Susan's tongue, and another. He was coming fast, shock waves of lust making the muscles of his thighs bulge. His belly heaved. His fingers tightened at the sides of her head. Through it all Susan was aware of the slick slurpy sounds her mouth was making. And the popping smacks from her nostrils as she tried to gulp the creamy mess into her stomach.

" ... princess!" Nate bellowed, " ... my sweet princess!"

Nate's fingers were deep in Susan's hair now, her brown locks wound tightly around his knuckles. He moved her forward and back over his erupting cocktip. Her lower Lip smoothed the feverish, sensitive flesh of his glans as more cum boiled out. Now the stuff was making rivulets down her neck. A hot droplet of the milky fluid hung from one nipple as she shivered and sucked.

"Susan ... ohhhh, God!"

At times Susan thought the sticky, weird tasting stuff was going to make her choke. And then it would slide down her throat and she was gulping and licking and tightening her lips around Nate Brewster's cock like she wanted to eat it. When at last he stopped trembling, when at last he eased the still swollen head from between her lips, she felt dazed. She looked up at him with glassy eyes. There was a glistening coating of hot semen around• her mouth and on her chin but she didn't have the energy to lick it off. She could feel the stuff heavy in her tummy.

When Nate untied her hands she started to cry. She felt like a lost child. He hugged her against his chest and petted her back and said soothing things to her. Then he took a handkerchief from his pants and gently wiped the cum from her lips.

"I'll help you dress, and we'll go back to camp." He looked intently into her eye. "you've got to trust me. And I expect total obedience."

Susan hugged her shoulders. She felt lost. When Nate Brewster put his arm around her again his warmth had a calming effect. She leaned her face against his chest and panted. She felt so mixed up inside. She wondered what had happened to make her feel like that. She could still taste the sourness of Nate's cum. That's what had happened. Maybe his semen was like some drug to her. It made her mind feel thick and slow. He was rubbing her wrists where the thongs had cut into her flesh. It felt good for him to rub them.

Nate helped her dress. Then he put his own clothes, on and took her up into his arms like before.

"My feet don't hurt anymore," she breathed.

"But they would if I let you walk on them."

Susan clung to Nate's neck as he carried her back towards the camp. He talked, his voice droning comfortably in her ears. She felt like a child again, a lost child some grown up had found. Nate asked her what had happened at the kiva to make her run into the woods. Susan told him that Les had made a pass at her. She didn't tell the part about having a cock in her ass. Nate seemed pleased that she told him what Les had done.

"That will work into my plans perfectly." He hugged Susan and a thrill went through her. He was so big and strong. She knew she should run away from him at the first opportunity. But now it felt so relaxing, so comforting to lean her head against his shoulder. He carried her like she weighed next to nothing.

"Tonight in the kiva," he breathed against her ear. "Your whole life will change."

Susan tried not to think. She just felt Nate Brewster's warmth, felt his muscles moving against one of her breasts as he walked.