Amy's Fantasy

In "The Art Teacher" our heroine, Amy Parker, a cute blonde high school teacher in the mid-west, is tricked into posing nude for four of her former students - all football players. They graduated the day before and are all 18.

The four are: John, the team's captain, a linebacker and the ringleader of the group; Roger, John's best friend and the quarterback; Kevin the team's kicker; and Peter, a bench player who is surprisingly shy and nervous around Amy. That will change in Amy's fantasy.

"The Art Teacher pt 2" begins with Amy leading her boyfriend, the football coach, downstairs after the posing session. Amy and Coach have not been intimate yet but that is about to change. Amy sees the car that brought John and Roger still on the street and knows they haven't left. They are outside at the bedroom windows. It excites Amy even more to know that the boys are going to watch as she and Coach consummate their relationship.

Coach ties Amy to the bed and ravages her. Then they swap places.

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Coach 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 further apart 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 pose and my big reveal. I remembered my first thought once completely naked for them - that I was their prisoner - captured, stripped naked, and put on display for their amusement. I wondered what they would have done to me had I really been their prisoner?

** Amy's Fantasy **

I was hiding in the closet, curled up in a corner, when they found me.

They silently pulled me out and onto my feet. My appeals for mercy were quickly discarded. I knew what was coming. Two of the boys held me while the other two stripped me. They were rough about it - ignoring the buttons and snaps. My cries of protest mixed in with the sounds of tearing fabric as my skirt, blouse and slip were ripped away in pieces.

Once down to bra and panties I tried to cover myself, but they would have none of that. John pinned my arms behind my back while Roger tore off my bra. My arched back put my exposed breasts on full display. I felt my nipples stiffen as the boys ogled me. I cringed in embarrassment but knew they weren't done with me. John maneuvered me to face Peter.

I wanted my fantasy Peter to be confident and decisive.

Peter leered at me, grabbed the sides of my panties and yanked them down to my ankles, then ordered that I step out of them, leaving me naked. I could only comply. John, still holding my arms behind me, slowly turned me a full rotation - pausing at each boy to allow them a good look at my nude body.

There was a bed, like this one, but away from the wall to allow access from all sides. John threw me on it. I was on my back with my ankles crossed and my arms over my chest to cover myself. I looked up to see the boys surrounding the bed. John was on my right, Roger at the head, Kevin on my left, and Peter at the foot.

I wouldn't stay covered long. Roger reached down and grabbed both my arms and pulled them toward him. Simultaneously John and Kevin each took a knee and pried me apart. Peter watched as I was spread for him. I felt my lips separate, giving Peter a clear view of my delicate pink parts.

I struggled against their holds which only served to further excite them. They looked pleased to see me humiliated. Resistance was futile; I was helpless against them. I knew what they wanted. They were each going to have their way with me.

Peter 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. I threw back my head, and, whimpering, begged him to stop.

I wondered how many fantasy ravagings had been spoiled by the unwelcome arrival of compassion? "They'll be no compassion today." I declared as I dove back into my scene.

My plea only served to stoke Peter's desire for me, and he drove into me harder and deeper. Two minutes passed and I heard him groan as he came in me. He climbed off the bed, and, without a word, all four boys rotated positions.

John was now holding my arms, and it was Kevin's turn to use me. I looked to my left and saw Roger's strong black hands with a firm grip on my leg.

Roger would be after Kevin, I noted. I was looking forward to breaking this interracial taboo from my traditional southern upbringing, even if it were only in my imagination.

Kevin wasted no time taking charge of me. He was on his knees and between mine when he leaned forward, placing his left hand on the bed for support. With his right hand, he reached out and gave one of my swollen pink nipples a sharp pinch and twist. I shook my head and grimaced. He gave the other nipple an even harder pinch, causing me to cry out. I saw him smile at my response to his assaults; he was demonstrating his control over me.

Kevin asked the two boys on each side to spread me wider and he paid close attention as they opened me fully. Then he fucked me. He offered a satisfying, "That was nice." when he was done as he rotated to the next position.

It was now Roger's 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."

I suddenly realized that I had wanted both Roger and John since first meeting them. They were the dominant males of the group. They were the strongest. They were the ones my primeval programming wanted me to submit to

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Roger 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 he was in me, my resistance evaporated. He started stroking me slowly and deeply, savoring me; and I, him. We never broke eye contact. I could see lust in his gaze; he could see surrender in mine. I had given myself to him. Gradually his pace quickened, and I began to moan with each passionate thrust. He was fucking me hard when he finally released his load into me.

John was last to take me. 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 amplified the submissiveness 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 onto my stomach. "Now, Amy, I want you on your knees and elbows."

I obeyed immediately.

I suddenly realized that my fantasy body position matched my actual position, with my ass 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 pussy and used my juices to lubricate himself. I could feel my sphincter muscle 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 sensations were also very pleasurable. Then he began to fuck me.

I was fairly certain that the real John was stroking himself as he viewed my exposed anus from the window, fantasizing he was fucking my ass, while at the same time I was fantasizing it too. It was a recognized irony I mistakenly thought I would never be able to share.

I heard, "I'm coming,... I'm coming,... I'm coming!"

It wasn't my fantasy John crying out, I was hearing the actual voice of Coach. I focused on the real task at hand. I could feel his manhood stiffen; his orgasm close.

I felt Coach's sperm enter my mouth, and I swallowed everything that he had to offer. We laid there exhausted for a few moments then fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee. My man was fixing me breakfast.