The Art Teacher Pt 02 The Ravaging

My name is Amy Parker, and I am a high school teacher in a small Midwest town. This is part two of a story that happened to me in 2011 when I was just finishing my second year as a teacher. Four of the senior football players in my Art Appreciation class had tricked me into posing nude for them the day after graduation. They had just left my house following their painting session and my boyfriend, the football coach, and I were alone. We had not yet been intimate, and I felt like he was finally ready to take that next step. Goodness knows I was.

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I led Coach downstairs into the boy's room and turned on the overhead light. There was a king-size bed against the interior wall, a chest of drawers that still contained some of the homeowners' belongings, and a chair that currently held my clothes. I was wearing the white robe I had used to cover myself between poses. The bedroom had high two windows that were at ground level on the outside.

I said to Coach, "This was their boy's bedroom. It has the only king size bed in the house. I thought we might need the extra room." I added jokingly.

Something was bothering me, and I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Coach took me in his arms again and said, "You were just amazing with the boys tonight!"

"That's it!" I thought, "the boys... that's what's bothering me." I had only heard one car leave.

"Thanks," I said. "Just let me freshen up a bit." I went into the adjoining bathroom. I didn't use the bedroom entrance, instead I went into the rec room and entered from there, keeping the light off.

I looked out the bathroom window, and there was John's and Roger's car, still parked on the street. They were still here! I put my head as close to the right side of the window as I could and looked to my left. I could see a shadow moving across the yard. There was someone outside. The boys must have seen the lights come on in the downstairs bedroom and were now at my windows!

What was I to do? If I alerted Coach to the situation that would most certainly spoil the mood, and I did not want to miss this opportunity. Besides, the thought of being naked again for Roger and John was intoxicating! Was I going to let the opportunity to confront the boys for their mischievous behavior pass me by a second time in the same evening? Yes, it looked like I was. I exited the bathroom through the rec room and re-entered the bedroom.

It occurred to me that I would have to do anything Coach asked of me. Was I ready for that? I had to be. To do anything less, might indicate to him that something was amiss. And something was amiss, we had voyeurs at the windows!

Although the windows had no curtains, in front of each were scraggly bushes with small leaves that somewhat obstructed the view from the street. But close to the window the boys would have no trouble getting a clear view of me. The bushes made it almost impossible for me to see them; if I caught a glimpse of either of the boys, it would most likely be John. Handsome Roger was an African American - one of only seven in the senior class.

"Take off your robe." coach directed. I disrobed and stood naked in front of him. A chill ran through me knowing the boys could see me, too. "I want you on the bed." he said matter-of-factly. I climbed onto the bed and assumed the yoga plank pose - on my back, my feet together, and my hands by my side.

He walked to the foot of the bed, took my ankles and pulled me toward him until my knees were at the edge of the bed.

"Now," he said, "I want you to put your hands above your head." I willingly complied. As he was talking, he put his hand under my right knee and lifted it, putting my right ankle against my buttocks.

"You're not to cover yourself." he continued. "You're to keep both hands above your head." I meekly responded, "Yes, Sir." He took my right knee and swung it across my body, almost touching the mattress. It pulled my right buttocks up off the bed.

He continued, "If you move your hands, you'll get a spank, like this." And he gave me a hard slap on my exposed cheek. It stung, but I was amazed how erotic it felt. I'm sure my audience enjoyed it as well. I felt the blood rushing to my reddening cheek. I liked where this was headed.

He straightened my leg. Then he lifted my left knee, putting my left ankle against my buttocks.

"In a moment, I'm going to put you in a very compromising position." He announced. "You're not to move from this position." "No, Sir." I responded.

As he spoke, he swung my left knee across my body, exposing my left buttocks. He continued, "If you move from this position, you'll get a spank, like this." And he gave me an even harder slap on the left cheek. Now both of my cheeks were red and stinging. I was being spanked right in front of Roger and John. I was sure my audience enjoyed watching my predicament unfold.

Coach returned my left knee to vertical, then moved my right knee up to match it.

"I suppose you are wondering why I have you like this?" Coach asked. "Knees together, legs bent, heels against your buttocks. Perhaps you think it's to offer you a modicum of modesty? No, that's not the reason. The reason I have you like this is so... I can spread you," As he began the word "spread", he pulled my knees apart, "... so that you are completely exposed."

As he spread me, he looked directly at my blonde pussy. I felt my lips separate, giving him an unobstructed view of my most intimate parts. It felt wonderful! Coach was enjoying it too, I could tell.

He left me with my knees almost touching opposite sides of the bed, the soles of my feet together. Damn, it was exciting for him to take charge of me. I could tell he was delighted with the opportunity I gladly gave him to play the role of the dominant male.

Coach, now satisfied, stepped back and gave me an admiring look. "And this is the position that you are to stay in." he proclaimed. He was standing at the foot of the bed, between my legs, obstructing the view from the windows. I've never felt so vulnerable. I knew that if he moved, I would be on full display for the boys. The thought that they might see me spread like this caused a wave of embarrassment to wash over me.

I instinctively and self-consciously began to close my legs. "Nope." warned Coach; and he raised his hand as a spank threat. I let out a resigning sigh, obediently returned to my spread position, and waited.

A moment later, Coach stepped away to the right side of the bed, leaving me totally exposed to the boys. I gasped with the realization that both John and Roger now had a clear view of ALL of me. I was on my back on the bed,... naked,... with my hands above my head,... my knees wide apart,... and my pussy fully spread for their enjoyment.

And enjoy me they did! When I checked the bushes the next day, they were covered with copious amounts of dried semen. It was obvious that during the night each boy had "enjoyed me" numerous times.

Coach leaned in from my left side for a better view. He watched me for several minutes spread for him (and my voyeurs). Damn, I was turned on!

"I want to see you come." he said firmly. He inserted the middle finger of his left hand into my saturated pussy. It felt so good - and so natural. He fingered me and I could feel the orgasm building. The sexual tension from posing had built to levels I'd yet to experience.

I came almost immediately. It was the most explosive orgasm I've ever enjoyed, leaving me both spent and wanting more.

He undressed slowly for me, pausing to ensure I got a good look as he stripped. He stood before me naked and smiled. As a gymnast, I had seen some great male bodies (clothed, of course) but for some reason, his appealed to me more than any other, and not just because it was his. He looked strong, but not too muscular; comfortable, but not too soft. He had the most handsome body I had ever seen, with a perfectly proportioned, erect penis to match.

Coach climbed onto the top of the bed and straddled my head, facing my feet. His manhood was just inches away from my face. I reached for him and, tilting my head back, took him into my mouth.

He leaned forward and I felt the mattress give way as he supported some of his weight with his right hand, now positioned next to my right hip. He re-inserted his left middle finger into my pussy, and I moaned in response. He fingered my for a few moments, replaced his middle finger with his thumb, and I felt his middle finger gently touch my anus. This was a new sensation for me - neither of my first two boyfriends had been experienced enough to do this.

I could feel his middle finger gently start to penetrate my anus - now beginning to open and welcome him. He rocked his hand so that his thumb and middle finger were alternatingly penetrating me. It was the most satisfying feeling of belonging I'd ever had. Coach deliciously occupied all three of my holes.

He leaned forward and his mouth found my clitoris. He sucked and nibbled me expertly with his mouth while his left hand was stroking both of my lower holes. My god! Where did he learn this?

My second orgasm was almost as deep as the first.

I freed his penis from my mouth and declared with desperation in my voice, "I need you to fuck me right now! He backed off the side of the bed and, on all fours, I presented my ass to him.

He entered my pussy right away and, while standing, fucked me with a sense of urgency I had yet to experience. Six months of frustration needed to be released. Right before he came, he pulled out, shooting his load all over my back. I hadn't yet told him that I was on the pill (what would have been the point?), so pulling out of me was an enduringly thoughtful gesture on his part.

He went to the bathroom to get some tissues, a warm wash rag, and a towel to clean up his mess. He lovingly wiped his semen from my back and dried me. Then, he returned to the bathroom to throw away the tissues and replace the towel. As he was coming out of the bathroom, I said to him, "There is something you should know, I started taking the pill a few months ago. I was hoping something like this might finally happen." He acknowledged with a nod, then I continued. "You should also know that in the bottom drawer of that chest are some old scarves.

He gave me a puzzled look, then smiled. He walked over to the chest and returned with four large scarves.

I was lying on the bed facing the bathroom, curled up in a slightly fetal position. He took my right wrist, tied a scarf around it, and then shoved the end of the scarf between the mattress and the box springs at the corner. I knew if I pulled hard, it would pull it out; but it provided me with the feeling of restraint. He tied a scarf around my right ankle and pushed the end of the scarf under that corner of the mattress. He walked around the bed, reached across for my left hand, and pulled it toward him, twisting my upper body until both shoulders were flat on the bed. My breasts once again fully on display.

He tied a scarf to my left wrist and tucked its end under that corner of the mattress. Although my shoulders were flat on the bed, my hips were not, my left leg resting on top of my right. I was playing the part of the damsel in distress, pretending to resist.

Finally, he walked back around the bottom of the bed and tied the last scarf to my left ankle. He moved to the opposite side of the bed, still holding the end of the scarf.

He gently pulled the scarf towards him, moving my left leg across my body until it reached the other corner. He tucked the scarf into the bed and smiled.

I was now "tied" to the bed, spread eagle, and, for the second time that evening, John and Roger had a ringside seat to view my spread pussy, while I appeared helpless. A shiver ran through me as I imagined how I looked for them. I faked a struggle, arching my back while rotating my hips and pretending to pull with my arms. Coach looked down at me and said, "Amy, that's hot."

As a modern woman, I know that dominating behavior has no place in our society. Civilization is all about

suppressing

our most basic desires for the good of others. But as a human, to be able to explore those basic desires - our primeval programming - in a safe environment with someone you trust, is one of the greatest gifts one human can give another. Coach and I were giving each other that gift - the boys were just along for the ride!

"Oh pray, kind Sir," I asked pleadingly. "What art thou to do with me?"

Coach smoothly stayed in his role, "You shall be ravaged, young maiden."

"And what would that ravaging be?" I asked

"You are now mine to do with as I please. And it would please me to fuck you." And with that he climbed over me missionary style and began to slowly penetrate me. Once fully in me, he began to fuck me, his stroke reserved and rhythmic.

I had never been fucked this gently and I liked it. It felt like he was making love to me. He settled into this gentle rhythm and in about two minutes, I announced that I was going to come. He stroked me three or four more times then pushed into me as far as he could and held himself as deeply inside me as he could.

His timing was perfect! I came just as he was making his final push, his embedded member now able to fully feel my vaginal contractions. But he did not come.

He waited several moments for me to catch my breath and recover from the orgasm. Then he looked at me with a loving smile and said, "That's one."

I gave him a puzzled look and questioningly repeated, "That's one? Does that mean there are more to come?" He nodded in the affirmative. "Oh, goodie!" was all I could think of to say. Up to now, my sexual intercourse sessions had been short-lived, ending once my partner had come.

After a short pause, Coach began again. It was the same gentle rhythmic stroking. And predictably, after about three minutes, the outcome was the same. "That's two." said Coach. I gasped and looked into his eyes, not believing the repeated pleasure he was giving me. My breathing was now heavy. He started again.

Two more times he repeated these slow gentle stroking sessions - all ending with my orgasms.

"That's four", he said as he paused, pulled out of me, and then announced, "That should be enough to get past those pesky 'Outies'. Now we are going for the 'Big One'"

"The Big One? Outies?" I thought to myself. I had no idea what he was talking about, but I was willing to learn.

He re-entered me as deeply as he could, then started gently rolling his hips. He wasn't stroking me, it felt like the tip of his manhood was doing a slow dance deep in my cervix. God, it felt good!

It wasn't long before I felt something start to stir. It was similar to the build-up to an orgasm, but it was coming from a different place. Rather than centered near my clitoris, it felt centered at my backbone, deep inside me.

The rising glow of my oncoming orgasm continued to build. The wave of rapture built well past the point where it normally broke, which both surprised and delighted me. This was no ordinary wave; this was a tsunami!

When it finally broke, it broke with no vaginal spasms, filled me with the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced, and left me totally depleted. I turned my head to the side, my mouth agape. Coach had just given me my first A Spot orgasm.

I pulled hard with my arms, releasing the scarves from the bed and sat up. I looked at Coach incredulously. "Who are you?" I asked with a smile. "I thought you might like that." He replied. He released the other two scarves, untied all four, and we swapped places. Now he was lying on his back on the bed. I leaned over him, my head between his legs.

"Now it's my turn." I announced.

As I leaned forward onto my elbows, still on my knees: I was bent almost double. It left my ass obscenely exposed. I had unwittingly saved showing my most personal asset for last.

I suddenly realized the boys now had a clear view of my anus, and another surge of exhibitionist excitement ran through me. I re-positioned my knees wider to give them a better view. A wave of humiliation and embarrassment followed as I knelt there exposed, knowing the boys were seeing my pink rosebud anus for the first time.

I took Coach's manhood into my mouth and savored him.

As I fell into a rhythm, my mind wandered back to the events of today.

I almost forgave the boys for tricking me into modeling nude for them! I thought about our third session and my big reveal. I remembered my first thought once completely naked for them - that I was their prisoner, now surrendered to them, stripped naked and left on display for their amusement. What would they have done to me had I really been their prisoner?

I fantasized that I was on a bed like this, on my back, naked. The bed was away from the wall to allow access from all four sides. One boy was standing on each side of the bed. John was to my right, Roger at the head, Kevin on my left, and Peter at the foot.

Without a sound Roger reached down and grabbed both my arms - pulling them toward him. Simultaneously Jack and Kevin each took a knee and pulled them apart, leaving me exposed to Peter. I struggled against their holds to give my fantasy molesters the pleasure of overpowering me.

My fantasy Kevin was no longer nervous. He looked down at me as he unbuckled his belt and said, "You are going to be my first." He took off his pants and underwear and I could see he was ready! He climbed onto the bed, entered me, and began to fuck me hard. Two minutes passed and I heard him groan as he came. I also came at the same time and could feel my vaginal contractions, sucking his semen deeper into me. He stood up and, without a word, all four boys rotated positions.

John was now holding my arms, and it was Kevin's turn to fuck me. I looked to my left and saw Roger's strong black hands with a firm grip on my leg. He would be next, and I was looking forward to breaking this interracial taboo from my traditional southern upbringing, even if it were only in my imagination.

Kevin fucked me as efficiently as he painted and then offered a satisfying "That was nice." when he was done as he rotated to the next position.

It was now Rogers turn and as he unbuttoned his pants, he spoke with smug satisfaction in his voice, "I've been wanting to do this to you ever since I first saw you." He climbed onto the bed and looked down at me from his knees. He was taking his time, examining me, enjoying that I was about to be his. He entered me slowly, looking into my eyes as he pushed into me - relishing the act of penetration. Once in me, he fucked me hard and came quickly.

John was last. Once he arrived in position, he looked down at me and announced, "I'm not taking sloppy fourths, but you are going to be a first for me in another way, Amy." (I wanted my fantasy John to call me by my first name, it increased the intimacy I was feeling.)

John removed his underwear, and I could see that his cock was the biggest of the four, as befitting the Alpha Male. John looked at Roger and Peter, and directed, "Turn her over." The two boys effortlessly flipped me on my stomach. "Now, Amy, I want you on your knees."

I obeyed immediately and then realized that my fantasy body position now matched my actual position, with my anus fully accessible and in view.

John positioned his rock-hard manhood against my anus so that it would know it had a visitor to invite in. Then he put two fingers inside my wet pussy and used my juices to lubricate himself. I could feel my sphincter muscles start to relax. John must have felt that too because he began to push into me. I let out a cry, and he paused for a moment, then resumed until I had taken all of him. It hurt, but the pleasure was unbelievable. Then he began to fuck me.