The Art Teacher
by Professer

Part 3

Amy exposes herself to a stranger and to a friend..

Our relationship really blossomed over the summer. He was my perfect mate, and I was absolutely sure he felt the same about me. For my birthday that fall, Coach surprised me with an engagement ring. "Yes! I will marry you." I exclaimed when I opened my present. We decided to marry over the Christmas break.

I knew we couldn't start our marriage with a secret between us, I had to tell him about the boys.

"Coach, there is something I desperately need to tell you." I started, "It happened the night I posed."

"Are you about to tell me that Roger and John were at the window watching?" Coach innocently asked.

I gasped and slapped his arm. Then, with mock indignation, I said, "You knew, and didn't tell me?"

"Well, Amy, I thought you probably knew; but if you didn't, I didn't want you to be embarrassed about it later. Besides, that ship had sailed. I didn't see their car until I went into the bathroom to get a warm wash rag and towel. By that time, they had already jacked-off to you three or four times." Coach finished his comments with a smile.

God, I loved it when Coach talked dirty to me.

I thought back on the events that led to me posing for the boys. Had I really thought that Coach was so fragile that he'd be devastated by the boys' deceit? It was something I should have told him. The boys had not won; I had chosen to give them what they wanted and allowed myself to use Coach as my excuse. Still, Coach would be disappointed to hear the truth about his boys. I finally decided to keep this revelation to myself.

"Now I have something to share with you." said coach. "You seem to really enjoy it when I play with your anus." I nodded vigorously and smiled. He continued, "When I was just 18, we were studying the Greeks in a college freshman history class. My best friend, Bill, told me that Greek men would have sex with young boys. I naively asked him how that was even possible. When he told me, I threw up. That mental picture has stayed with me and has become an aversion for me. It's one of the few sexual hangups I have. I know if I tried to enter you that way, I'd go limp in a heartbeat.

I told him that was alright; he was man enough for me.

But there was one more secret I had to share with Coach; it was about my fantasy with the four boys. And yet again, any worry I had sharing my darkest and deepest desires with Coach was ill founded. Not only was he understanding; he asked for more details! God, I loved this man!

We wed two days before Christmas, 2011. It was a small ceremony, but my parents (and younger brother) finally came to visit. Coach gave up his apartment and moved in with me.

We spent our first married Christmas together. For Christmas he gave me a trip to Cancun for our Honeymoon. We left on Boxing Day and stayed at a very nice all-inclusive on the beach. Our room had its own small courtyard, surrounded by a six-foot privacy wall, with an outdoor shower. Coach had gone all-out; we were booked into the resort's Executive Club.

We arrived late in the afternoon exhausted from the travel, made love, had dinner, made love, and went to sleep. The next morning, we planned to visit both the pool and the beach. I exited the bathroom wearing my red bikini and Coach exclaimed, "Wow, you look great, Amy!" I replied, "You have seen me naked. Didn't you think I would look good in a bikini?"

We headed to the small pool reserved for the Executive Club members, found two lounge chairs and put our towels on them. I went straight to the deep end and dove in. The water was cool and very refreshing. I felt my nipples stiffen in response. When I climbed out of the pool I looked down and could clearly see the outline of my nipples through the thin fabric of my bikini top. There were two couples already at the pool; both wives were reading but both the men were staring at me - they had noticed as well. A jolt of excitement ran through me as I watched them check me out.

I sat, put on my hat and sunglasses, and tried to read but couldn't concentrate. I looked down and saw that my nipples were still very pronounced. Feeling bold, I walked over to the closer couple and announced, "Hi. I'm Amy." They introduced themselves as George and Linda, two schoolteachers from Maryland. Both were in their mid-forties and had been teaching for twenty-five years.

"What a coincidence." I said, "My husband and I both teach high school as well." Our common careers made starting a conversation easy.

This trip was a special gift her parents gave them for their twentieth anniversary. They had been there for a week and had been able to upgrade to the Executive Club because the resort offered a discount over Christmas. They had never been to Mexico before, never been out of the country before. They were heading home tomorrow.

My dark sunglasses hid where I was looking. When I turned my head towards Linda, George lowered his gaze to my breasts. He didn't realize that I was watching him as he focused on the outline of my perky nipples. It excited me to have a stranger stare at me so blatantly.

It became a game for me. Turn towards George, George raised his gaze, turn towards Linda, George's gaze dropped to my tits. His unabashed behavior intrigued me. What was it, I wondered, that allowed people on vacation to shed their inhibitions? I smiled with the realization that I was on vacation, too.

We chatted amicably for about twenty minutes and agreed to meet after dinner for drinks by the pool bar. Then Coach and I headed to the beach.

The staff put on a beachfront paella cooking exhibition which we witnessed and then had the delicious paella for lunch. The beach was beautiful, and we entered the area of the beach reserved for the Executive Club, found two chairs and relaxed. I noticed that several of the women sunning on the beach were topless. I did not know girls went topless in Cancun. Imagining the possibilities sent a chill up my spine. I touched my bikini top and looked over at Coach. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "When in Rome..."

I took a deep breath and removed my top. I noticed that several of the men in the vicinity were paying close attention. I laid on my back and felt the breeze on my exposed breasts. Damn, it felt good! My nipples stiffened from the attention they were receiving. After 20 minutes I turned over to balance my tan. I daydreamed and just relaxed. It was wonderful.

After 20 minutes on my stomach, I was just about to turn back over when company arrived.

"There they are!" someone shouted. "We thought you all might be here." It was George and Linda, our new best friends. They had just come down to the beach from lunch.

They selected the two lounge chairs next to me. Linda took the one furthest away, laid down on her back, and began to read her book. George was standing at the foot of his lounge, looking at me, about to set down his towel. George had been very interested in checking out my tits when I was wearing my red bikini top, I recalled. I wondered what he'd do if he really had a good look at them without my top. And that's when I turned over.

George gasped when he saw my naked breasts. I pretended not to notice, but inside I was incredibly aroused. I acted as if it were the most natural thing in the world for me to be topless on the beach. But in reality, flashing my tits for a man was a first, and a real turn-on.

I casually bent one knee and asked George if they had enjoyed lunch. I relaxed into my new position - with my hands by my side and my erect nipples pointing straight up - as he tried to answer. I heard a mumble, but no coherent words emerged. He was incapable of speech and unable to move.

I could feel my nipples harden even more under his gaze. He was standing there, looking down at them, no pretense in looking at my face. "This is what you wanted, isn't it George?" I thought. "You wanted to see my tits, didn't you? Here they are, presented to you for your viewing pleasure. Take a good, long look. See how erect my nipples are? Enjoy them." I felt Coach take my left hand and give it a squeeze. I looked to my left and saw that Coach was turned-on as well.

I let George view me topless for a few more minutes, then placed my bikini top over my chest. Linda consumed in her book, never noticed.

I kept my top on for the rest of the afternoon, but my short exhibition left me wanting more.

That night, Coach and I had a wonderful steak dinner and then headed for the pool bar to meet George and Linda. We chatted mostly about teaching; they told stories of the young people who, as adults, had come back and told them about the positive impact their teachers had had on their lives. George and Linda were wonderful, dedicated people and I was beginning to like them both. I was more than a little sorry they were leaving the next day. One drink had led to three and finally Linda announced they needed to pack.

We walked back to our rooms with George and Linda and were surprised to discover we were neighbors. My first thought was, "I hope we weren't too loud last night." They bid us farewell and entered their room. We didn't even exchange email addresses. This was to be a one-time vacation acquaintance, and I would never see them again. But, as it turned out, George would see me!

Once back in our room, Coach and I went out onto our private courtyard and sat quietly together in the dark enjoying the night. About ten minutes had passed and I heard a voice from the adjoining courtyard, "I'm going inside to pack." It was Linda. Followed by, "Be right in after I finish my drink." That was George. They had also been sitting in their courtyard.

Then I had a deliciously mischievous idea. It was so outlandish I blushed. "Where did that idea come from?" I wondered. "Was it borne from the reduced inhibitions that so often accompany vacations far from home? Or was it a result of my increased libido from honeymoon sex? Or perhaps it was a desire to finish my show from this afternoon?" I didn't know. I just knew it had been intoxicating to feel the control I had over George with my body, and I craved more of it. I wanted - needed - to expose myself to him.

For only the second time in my life I was determined to present myself naked to someone who wasn't a boyfriend. That type of radical action required an internal debate. "What are you thinking?" I asked myself, "He's old enough to be your father."

"Yes, he is but he is no relation to me." I countered. He is a man, and he wants this. I am a woman blessed with a body that men love to see, and I AM going to show myself to him. Debate over.

I rose from our lounge as quietly as I could and walked to our door. Then I announced in a loud voice, as if talking to someone back in our room, "What a beautiful night! I think I'll try the outdoor shower." I knew it was loud enough for George to clearly hear and know it was me. I quickly motioned for Coach to join me inside.

I asked Coach to stand near our doorway but out of sight of our adjoining privacy wall. "Peek out every few minutes and give me a signal if you see George watching over the wall." I asked. There was a tree just outside the compound with one limb that extended into our two courtyards. The limb seemed to sit atop the adjoining wall. It offered George an opportunity to look and be partially hidden. I knew he'd take the opportunity. I had seen the impact my bare breasts had on him. It would be biologically impossible for him to resist.

I removed my clothes, grabbed soap and shampoo and wrapped a towel around me, then turned on the courtyard light. I was startled to see how illuminated I would be. The outside lamp served as a spotlight for the shower area. "Good." I said to myself. I smiled thinking about the spectacle I was to become.

Another wave of embarrassment washed over me as I walked out into the courtyard and into the spotlight, realizing I was actually going to do this. The feeling lasted a few moments then was gone, leaving only the thrill of anticipating what was to come.

I pretended to be looking at the shower controls with an occasional glance at Coach. I saw Coach's signal - a big thumbs up. Coach told me later that George must have been standing on a chair; his head fully above the wall; hidden from me by the leaves of the tree limb, but very visible to Coach.

I felt both trepidation and excitement for what I was about to do. "George won't mind." I reasoned, "And we'll never see each other again." It was the perfect opportunity to expose myself to a near stranger. I turned on the shower and turned to face George. I held the towel around me with both hands, bit my lower lip, looked demurely away, and opened the towel, giving George a spotlit, full-frontal view of my naked body.

I turned to my right and hung the towel on the hook, there for that purpose, then continued my pirouette until, once again, I faced George. I had just given him the opportunity to view my trim, athletic, and very nude body from every angle. I appeared to be waiting for the shower to reach temperature, but I was basking in the thrill of my nakedness. He could see all of me. He had seen my breasts, so I imagined he was now focused on my young blonde pussy. That familiar feeling of exhibitionist excitement overwhelmed me. Here I was, a girl exposing herself to a man twice her age. I seemed to enjoy it more when the situations were inappropriate.

I looked down and noticed that my tanned skin from today's sun stood in stark contrast to my pale private area. It announced that my privates were normally covered and off-limits for viewing. It was a turn-on showing my tan-lines to George. I moved under the shower facing halfway between George and Coach and let the water run over me.

I soaped my face then tilted my head back to rinse it. Then I tilted my head down and shampooed my hair. For five minutes I found ways to face George but not look in his direction. I wanted to give him time to ogle me without fear of being seen.

I soaped my hands and cupped my breasts, then began to slowly massage them, pinching my nipples; making they stand out even more. I was giving George the show I knew he wanted to see. When I looked up again, Coach was stroking himself. I knew Coach was turned-on knowing that I was completely exposed and being watched by another man. I wondered if George was stroking himself. I smiled at the thought and hoped he was.

I took the soap and began to wash my lower body. I turned around and bent over to wash my ankles, showcasing my flexibility and my tight ass. With my torso parallel to the ground, I reached behind me and soaped my ass, making sure to include my crack. I took both hands and spread my cheeks to ensure a more thorough rinse. This presented my anus to George for his inspection. I wanted him to see ALL of me. Once again, I felt the familiar combination of embarrassment and excitement course through me.

I turned back to face George and began to wash my private area. Damn, it felt good to feel my fingers rubbing the inside folds of my pussy. I submitted to the feeling and began to rub myself with more abandon. Was I going to masturbate for George?

It appeared I was. This was a first for me. I had not masturbated in front of my former boyfriends - it felt too personal. "What the hell," I thought, "let him watch. Let this be my gift to him for twenty-five years of dedicated service."

I played with myself now with total disregard for who was watching. I think Coach and I came at the same time. Maybe George as well because I heard a stifled moan come from the tree limb.

I turned off the shower, grabbed my things and returned to the room with a big smile. Coach and I made love noisily several times that night. When we woke the next morning, George and Linda were gone. Three days later, so were we.

Once home we settled into our new lives and out teaching roles for the spring semester. Coach's best friend, Bill, often came to visit us. Coach and Bill had been best friends since they were neighbors as boys. Even though he lived several hours away, Bill would find reasons to come to town, spending the night with us in one of our two upstairs guest rooms.

I would usually fix breakfast for the boys while wearing my shortie robe, which gave Bill a good look at my athletic legs. One night while he was staying with us, I got up in the middle of the night to water a living room plant I had forgotten. I knew if I didn't do it now, it might not happen.

I hopped out of bed, turned on the hall light and went downstairs. I was wearing my see-through negligee with no panties and didn't bother with my robe. I was walking back to the room and suddenly the guest room door opened, and Bill popped his head out. My breasts and pussy clearly visible through my negligee. "Oh," he said startled, "I heard a noise." He pulled his head back but not before giving me a big smile and taking a final look. I was surprised how turned on I felt from my unintentional exposure.

Coach told me that Bill had a crush on me. I had thought he did but hearing it from Coach still gave me a thrill. In truth, I had a crush on him as well. He was cute, funny, and very well built.

I was enjoying my new life as a wife to Coach, and we would often lie in bed at night and talk about our lives and our plans. One night, after an especially nice session of lovemaking, Coach asked me about my sexual fantasy bucket list.

"I've never thought about it that way." I told him. Then I began to list my fantasies: "It would really turn me on to perform a striptease for a group of men; I'd love to be restrained and blindfolded and then groped by a total stranger; I'd really like to suck and be fucked by a big cock (all three of my former sexual partners were very adequate, but none really big); I've fantasized about having interracial sex; and I guess my last sexual bucket list item would be anal sex." I stopped and looked at Coach to see if any of these surprised or offended him.

He nodded, taking it all in stride. God, I loved that man! "What about you?" I asked.

"I'm not sure anything could be sexier than watching you reveal yourself to the boys." He responded. "Especially when you looked embarrassed. You looked so vulnerable, so fragile, so incredibly sexy!"

He hadn't answered me. I gave Coach my "teacher look" - the look we give students to let them know we're onto them. Coach got suddenly quiet and looked more unsettled than I'd ever seen him. If I didn't know better, I would have thought he was afraid to tell me. I remembered all the times I had been worried about sharing with him and said as lovingly as I could, "It's okay, really, please tell me."

He paused for several moments and then relented and quietly confessed, "Amy, the only item on my sexual fantasy bucket list is to watch another man fuck you." It took my breath away. I leaned over and kissed him, so happy that he was able to share this with me.

We loved to explore our deepest sexual desires and especially loved role play.

We used the downstairs bedroom for most of our games. I never put up curtains, thinking one day someone might see me again. We made a modification to the bed. Underneath the mattress we added two ropes that ran diagonally across the top of the boxspring, forming an "X". At the end of each rope a steel ring was attached. Once the mattress was back in place, the rings, at each corner of the bed, were barely visible, but they gave Coach a place to tie our scarves when he wished to restrain me. Now I could be truly bound to the bed.

One of favorite games was "The Visitor." I would be tied to the bed naked and blindfolded, only covered by a sheet. Coach would pretend that another person was present. Together "they" would slowly pull the sheet from the bed, leaving me exposed. Then Coach would instruct the stranger to fondle me. It was such a turn on for us both!

In one variation I played the role of a young miss whose punishment for bad behavior was to be stripped and bound and left in front of a neighbor for viewing. Coach would instruct the neighbor to only watch, then pretend to leave the room by loudly opening and closing the door. Once alone with me, the "neighbor" would have his way with me while I protested and struggled.

It became a sport for Coach to find new ways to support the illusion that there was another man present, sometimes going to great lengths to reinforce the deception. On one occasion he recorded the voice of his best friend, Bill, and replayed it during our session. Coach noticed that I was especially excited by that variation.

One evening in the fall of 2015, Coach asked me if I might be ready to move to the next level and really involve another person. I was intrigued but nervous. At the least I could listen, "What is your plan?" I asked.

Coach suggested that he would tell someone we knew that I had lost a bet and was to be tickled by Coach and another person for 5 minutes. He would ask the listener if they wanted to be the other person. They would be referred to as Mr. X and remain anonymous. I would be bound and blindfolded and in my underwear on the bed. I would never know their identity.

I could not hide my big smile. "I'll take that as a 'Yes'", Coach said excitedly.

Coach suggested that his friend, Bill, who was in-between girlfriends, would be an ideal candidate. I knew Coach wanted to show me off for Bill, was I really going to let him? The idea that Bill would see me tied to the bed in my underwear, and maybe even less, gave me a lightness in my chest that I had not felt since my big reveal to my boys almost 4 years earlier.

Just thinking about this turned me on. I couldn't believe I was thinking about doing this. Bill would never know I knew it was him, I reasoned. I could live with that. I quietly suggested that Coach ask Bill to see if he'd be interested.

"Oh, he'll be interested, "said coach, "Amy, don't you know that you are at the top of his bucket list?" I blushed at the thought.

Coach told Bill about our bet, and Bill could not believe his good luck at being asked to play Mr. X. He accepted immediately. We picked a Saturday evening just a few weeks way. Bill could not stay with us because then I would know he was in town. He was fine booking a room at the local motel.

Coach and I planned and talked the week before about how this would play out. It was almost as exciting to talk about it as it would be to experience it.

"You're going to start in your underwear," Coach announced, "but I fully intend for this to go as far as you and Bill are willing to let it go." I had suspected that was the case but was startled by my reaction when I heard it. I felt myself getting wet. "Keep going until you hear me use our safe word." I said, "The only thing off the table right now is actual sex." Coach nodded.

I made a mental note to not protest too much. I did not want Bill to think he needed to actually come to my rescue.

Coach didn't want me to have an orgasm for the entire week leading up to Bill's visit. He wanted to ensure I was on edge. He didn't have to worry about that; I was.

Saturday arrived and I was ready, my anticipation palpable. I few minutes before Bill's scheduled arrival, I undressed down to my panties and bra. Coach had instructed me to wear nice but not new underwear, and a bra through which a perky nipple would be noticed.

We entered the downstairs bedroom. Coach carried with him a brown bag that had some special tools inside, he said. He wouldn't tell me anymore than that.

I lay on the bed on my back. Coach tied me with four scarves and covered me with a single sheet. He saved the blindfold until Bill's arrival; from my position on the bed, I couldn't see our driveway or front walk. At 7 PM our doorbell rang. Coach smiled at me, kissed me, blindfolded me, then I heard him walk up the stairs to answer the door.

I heard Coach open the door and welcome in Mr. X. Bill, of course, had been instructed to remain silent and say nothing. I heard Coach offer Mr. X a drink and then heard two sets of footsteps coming down the stairs. The drink was refused in favor of me, I thought.

"Amy, this is Mr. X. He is someone you know. I think he's even been to our house. He is joining me tonight so you can pay off your lost bet. Mr. X please touch Amy's ankles. I felt Coach's hands on my arm and an unknown hand on my ankles through the sheet- proving that there were at least two people present.

I shivered thinking this was really happening.

"Mr. X, please go to the side of the bed and help me remove the sheet." Moments later the sheet was pulled slowly and evenly off me. So far, we had followed the script.

I was now laying on my back in just my bra and panties. I knew Bill's gaze was on me and that he was lusting after me right now. It felt good to think that I was the subject of his desire.

Coach instructed Mr. X to join him by leaning in and tickling me. I've never been tickled while restrained before it was a new sensation. It was erotic. Their fingers dancing lightly over my skin. Their tickling caused me to giggle as I struggled in my restraints. I repeatedly asked them to stop but they continued to tickle me. I could feel myself getting aroused, my nipples poking up into the thin fabric of my bra. My perky breasts would soon be noticed.

Coach began to deviate from the script when he said, "Look at her Mr. X; she's enjoying this! Check out her nipples." I felt Coach's fingers touch my right nipple and give it a pinch. "Aren't those nice? Go ahead and pinch yours."

I felt a strange set of fingers surround my left nipple and then felt a satisfying squeeze as Bill pinched me. It caused me to sharply inhale, wanting more.

Then coach totally abandoned the script by suggesting, "Wouldn't you like to see her topless Mr. X? Haven't you always wanted to see her topless?" I could only imagine that Bill was frantically nodding his head up and down in agreement. "Why don't we take a look?"

I heard the rustle of the paper bag as Coach reached in for something I would soon realize were scissors. "Here, Mr. X, do the honors; cut her bra off of her."

I sensed hesitation and guessed that Bill was waiting for Coach to provide some assurance that this was okay. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard Coach say, "It's okay; Amy is alright with this." At that point any concern that Bill had for my well-being was trumped by the trust he had in his friend, and his desire to continue.

I felt Bill's hands lift my left bra shoulder strap and then heard the snap of the scissors as he cut through it. He must have handed the scissors to Coach because Coach followed suit with the right shoulder strap. Bill leaned onto the bed, took the scissors from Coach and lifted and cut the center strap of my bra. He returned the scissors to Coach then took the two sides of my bra and pulled them apart, exposing my breasts. I heard Bill gasp. My pink nipples were already rock-hard and in need of attention.

"Go ahead," said Coach, "look at her; feel her up." Bill immediately climbed onto the bed with his knees against me, leaned over me and complied. He covered each breast with a hand and began to expertly grope me, squeezing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. He knew what he was doing, and I almost came from the sheer pleasure of the groping I was receiving.

I could feel a shakiness in Bill's touch, indicating his excitement. He was all in, as was I. There was no turning back now, we were going all the way. I knew that neither Bill nor I were going to stop this. I would soon be completely naked for him.

I had been naked in front of others before, but this time would be different. Instead of undressing myself, I'd be restrained while others stripped me. I was looking forward to the new experience of pretending it was against my will while it happened.

I did not know what else Coach had in store for me, but I eagerly waited for his next surprise. I wouldn't have to wait long. Coach took Bill on a visual tour of my body.

"Have you ever seen a more perfect body?" he asked. "Look at those athletic legs; did you know Amy used to be a gymnast? Look at her calf muscles, so well-defined; her thighs are so strong." As he spoke, Coach ran his finger along the inside of my leg, sending chills up my spine.

"Check out her my narrow hips and thin waist, doesn't that turn you on? Look at her well-toned arms. But her best feature, I think, are her perfect perky breasts, with those extraordinary pink nipples." Coach ran his fingers across the bottom of each breast as he talked. When he mentioned my nipples, he used the end of his finger to flick each one. He was getting all of us more and more excited as the tour continued.

Coach paused for a moment as if in thought then spoke, "You can tell she is loving this, can't you? Look at her nipples, they are giving her away - they are standing at attention, aren't they? They are almost as big as your little finger. She is so excited right now."

"There is only one area we're not seeing, isn't there?" I'm assuming Bill nodded in agreement. Coach continued, "She wants you to see her completely naked, Mr. X. See how hard she's breathing right now? And there is nothing to stop you. See how helpless she is right now? She is completely restrained for you, Mr. X. She wants this, don't you Amy?" I pulled against my restraints but didn't verbally respond. It was my last chance to stop this, but I had no intention of doing so.

"Did you know that she's a natural blonde? You should see her trimmed pussy, Mr. X. It's amazing! You want to see all of her, don't you?" continued Coach. Bill must have nodded again because Coach followed with, "Good."

I knew Bill was overcome by desire and unable to stop now. Coach continued, "I know you've always wanted to see her naked. Well, this is your chance. Strip her completely, Mr. X. Take the scissors and cut off her panties." Coach handed Bill the scissors.

I felt Bill climb onto the bottom of the bed, between my legs. Then I felt a shaky hand reach under one side of my underwear and lift the fabric away from my skin. I pretended to struggle and pleadingly asked, "What are you doing to me?" Then heard the snip of scissors and felt the fabric give way. The cut side of the fabric hanging lose. Then felt the same thing happen on the other side.

Bill climbed back off the bed and returned to his side, leaving me with my pussy barely covered by the crumpled remains of my panties. I was so turned-on! I was also so tantalizing close to being completely unveiled. Bill left me there for a moment savoring what he was going to do next. Coach commented, "Doesn't she look nice like that?"

Then I felt Bill's hand reach across and take the remains of my panties in his fist. In one smooth motion, he yanked them off me, leaving me exposed, spread and tied to the bed. I cried out, twisted in my bonds, and arched my back, I was totally naked for Bill and overcome by embarrassment.

I heard Bill grunt from the satisfaction of stripping me. I assumed he was now exploring the naked girl who was now on full display for him. Coach told me later that after the grunt, he had mouthed, "Oh my God!" and given Coach a thumbs-up gesture.

Coach said, "I'm going to give you a great gift, Mr. X. I'm leaving you alone with Amy for 20 minutes. She's yours to do with as you please - anything except fuck her. That's reserved for me. What I suggest you do is take off your clothes, get on your knees on the bed, and masturbate over her. Shoot your wad all over her tits and face. She'll like that. Then finger her and make her come for you, but stretch it out, tease her. There is something in my bag to help you with that. But, before all that," Coach continued his instructions, "you have a job to do."

Coach had one more surprise for me. He had purchased anal beads - progressively larger steel balls connected by a string. The smallest about the size of a marble, the largest almost the size of a golf ball.

"Now watch." he instructed. He took the smallest bead and touched it to my anus. I gasped at the touch. He gently applied pressure until the bead disappeared into my ass. "It is your job to finish inserting the other beads." Coach had found a way around his aversion to anal, he was going to let Bill do it!

I could only imagine what Bill was thinking right now. Here I was, naked and tied to a bed and his job was to violate my ass, masturbate over me, and then finger me until I came. This had to be his wildest fantasy coming true. And I was loving being a part of it all!

Coach announced, "Your twenty minutes starts now." He left the room, and I was left on display for Bill. Bill had seen me almost naked once before, but just for a moment and through a thin negligee. Now I was completely naked, tied spread eagle to the bed, in a well-lit room, and he could examine me as he wished. I was powerless to stop him.

The feelings that I felt were surreal- not able to believe that this was really happening. I know Bill must have felt it, too.

I felt a small tug on the small ball in my anus and realized that Bill had picked up the next ball and was holding it in his fingers. I felt it touch my anus, but could also feel Bill's fingers shaking as he held it there. I could hear him take short, gasping breaths. It was obvious he was overwhelmed by everything that was happening right now.

I felt the second ball start to enter me, pushed into me by a still shaky finger. I moaned as it popped into my welcoming ass. Damn, that felt good!

It suddenly occurred to me that while Bill couldn't talk, I could. I wanted to ignite his desire to dominate me. I wanted to feed his need to take control.

I spoke, "Mr. X, you should know how humiliated I feel to be left naked and on display for you. I can only imagine what parts of me you are looking at. I expect you are going to take advantage of this situation and examine me fully. I am so embarrassed right now." Then I pulled against my restraints and twisted my hips.

My actions and words seemed to have the desired effect because the next ball to touch my anus was held by a steady touch. "Oh, it's so big!" I exclaimed as he held it against me for a moment then let it go.

Before moving on, Bill wanted to demonstrate control over me in another way. I felt his hand on my thigh then move up to my crotch. I felt his middle finger align with my entry folds. He began to gently rub my clitoris. I moaned and appeared to struggle just a bit. And then, with a sudden move, he thrust his finger deeply inside of me. It caused me to arch my back and cry out. Bill got the reaction he had hoped for. I was his to do with as he pleased. Now he would continue his assigned task.

The insertion of the first two balls had almost been pleasant, my anus welcoming them. I could feel the larger third ball would be more difficult for me to take. But what could I do? I was restrained to the bed with my legs spread, allowing Bill clear access to my ass. A feeling of helplessness overtook me, and I gave in with the most satisfying sense of submission I'd ever felt.

I felt Bill push the third ball into me and my whole body involuntarily shuttered from the incredible sensation it gave me as it entered me. I threw my head back and accepted what was coming. Bill was having his way with me. I heard a satisfied grunt from Bill, as the third ball disappeared into me; his breathing now under control.

I could feel his masculinity surging. He was no longer along for the ride, he had taken control.

He touched the fourth ball against my anus. "No, please!" I pleaded, "it's too big!" My pleading only served to stoke the flame of Bill's desire to dominate me. Once more I felt myself submit totally to his will. If the third ball had been wonderful, the fourth one was magnificent! He forcefully pushed it into me as I cried out. Then I had my first anal orgasm. It took me by surprise, coming out of nowhere but causing me to gasp for air and, once again, shudder involuntarily.

I felt Bill's hands exploring me. I thought that must have been the last ball, but Bill was just pausing to enjoy me. My response to the fourth ball had left him euphoric. He was now letting his desires control his actions. And he desired to explore and feel every inch of my naked body.

As he ran his hands over me, I reveled in his touch. At that moment, I was consumed by passion, incapable of rational thought. If Bill had tried to fuck me, he would have been welcomed.

There was one more ball, the biggest of the five. Soon I felt it against me. I gasped and started to shake my head back and forth begging for mercy. Bill would have none of that. As he pushed the last ball into me, I cried out in actual pain.

He paused for a moment as my tight ass rejected its intruder. My breaths were coming in gasps. I must have looked and sounded like a woman in labor. But instead of trying to expel a baby from my birth canal, we were trying to insert a golf ball into my ass. I announced between breaths, "We can do this."

My restraints were loose enough that I was able to further spread my knees and lift my ass off the bed, presenting my anus to Bill. He pushed again; this time using both his thumbs. I could feel my anus stretched to its limits. I cried out, "Don't stop!" as he made the final push. I felt a sense of relief and fullness in my ass as it finally popped into place. Only the string and handle remained outside of me. I let my ass sink back onto the bed. I was exhausted.

I felt Bill get off the bed and then heard the rustle of clothes. I guessed he was undressing.

Mild, sweet, gently Bill was getting off on dominating me. And I was too, and for the same reason. He needed to be in control, and I needed to submit to his will. He was the caveman dragging me by my hair back to his lair to have his way with me. I had to feel his power, his control. My primeval programming demanded it of me. Otherwise, how would I know he could provide for and protect me and the offspring he would seed in me? It was his confident strength that triggered my orgasms. Orgasms that were needed to squeeze his sperm into me and send it deep into me towards my eggs.

I felt Bill climb onto the foot of the bed and crawl towards me. The mattress sank on either side of my waist as used his arms to support his torso. He continued forward until he was laying on me, his naked chest on my groin. I loved the feel of his naked body on mine. I felt his mouth on my left nipple, as he began to suck it gently. "He's good! He's done this before.", I thought, enjoying his touch. He ran his tongue around my nipple teasing me then he did the same to my other nipple. Both had been in serious need of attention.

I felt his kiss on my stomach as his tongue found my belly button and pushed into it gently. After a few moments, he continued his descent. I felt his warm breath on my pussy. He was only inches away from me; I knew he was looking at my most private area. I had never been examined so closely before, and it made me feel more vulnerable, more naked than I'd ever felt. Also, more alive.

He put his elbows between my legs and propped himself up on them. I felt his fingers on the sides of my pussy. He gently pulled my lips apart, my interior lady bits now available for his close inspection.

God! It felt wonderful. I felt his tongue plunge into me, luxuriously licking both sides of my exposed, and swollen clitoris. His mouth delicately sucking and nibbling it. I felt an orgasm building and tried to stop it but was unable. I shuddered as it overtook me. How many was that? I had lost count.

I felt two of his fingers enter me as he continued to suck and nibble my clitoris. He teased and pleasured me almost to orgasm, then stopped. He rose up, and I knew what was to come next.

He was on his knees and between mine, and I felt the bed rhythmically rocking; Bill was masturbating. At that moment, more than any other, I wished I could watch. Bill had a great body, and I wanted to see him naked. I wanted to see him enjoying me. I knew he was looking down at my naked body spread for his viewing pleasure as he stroked himself. I struggled in my bonds, shaking my head from side to side, knowing that would excite him. It wouldn't be long now. I braced myself for impact.

About a minute later I heard him grunt and the first string of his seed landed across my breasts; his second string followed, striking me in the face. I reached out with my tongue and was able to find some of it to pull in into my mouth. The third string hit the side of my face. He was done.

He remained in position for a moment, recovering from his orgasm, and then I felt him get off the bed, leaving me still covered with his sperm. He climbed back on the bed almost immediately. He had gotten up to fetch the last item from Coach's special brown bag. It was my favorite vibrator. I felt its tip against my pussy as Bill gently pushed it into me. Once inside of me, he turned on the vibrator and I could hear its familiar hum as he went to work on me. My vibrator had a curved appendage at its top that would either stimulate the clitoris or the anus, depending on its orientation. He positioned it towards my clitoris. He was moving my vibrator in and out of me slowly and evenly.

I felt him grab the handle of the anal balls and start to gently pull. I steeled myself for the pain to come, but they were easier to extract than they had been to insert. My anus had been stretched with their insertion. He pulled firmly and I felt the largest ball push open my anus for its exit. The sensation was exquisite. The combination of my vibrator in my pussy and the stimulation to my anus led to my second anal orgasm. I felt the remaining balls come out one by one.

Bill focused on the vibrator, as he stroked me with it, I'm sure he pretended he was fucking me. He held it in me until I came again. Then he pulled it out of me and got off the bed for the final time. Our private time must be over, I thought.

I heard the rustle of fabric as Bill dressed, then footsteps, then the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Moments later I heard returning footsteps and felt a warm wash rag on my face and chest. Bill was cleaning me of his mess. As he finished, with his last act of intimacy, he kissed me on my forehead.

I thought about what had just happened. Coach's best friend, Bill, had just had his way with me and I was sexually spent and exhausted. I lay there restrained and naked as we both relived the experience.

The next time Bill and I would see each other we would both pretend nothing happened. But Bill would be different around me, more confident, more assured. I would like the change. Later Bill would tell Coach that this was the most profound and satisfying experience of his life. The highlight was the insertion of that last ball.

Twenty minutes had passed. I heard a light rap on the bedroom door and heard Coach enter. "I hope that was satisfying for you." Coach inquired of Bill. I can only imagine that Bill shook his head vigorously in agreement. Coach led Bill up the stairs, bid him farewell at the door and returned to the bedroom. He untied the scarves from my four limbs, saving the blindfold for last. Even though I knew my assailant, Coach was playing the part, giving Bill time to drive away unseen.

We sat on the bed together for a while before I exclaimed, "That was amazing! Do you realize that I just crossed the first item off my sexual fantasy bucket list? Then added, "I'd love to tell Bill that I know it was him. Perhaps on his birthday?" Coach gave me a worried look until I added, "His 80th birthday."

"By the way, that was Bill, wasn't it?" I added innocently. "Maybe." Replied Coach with a big smile.

I laughed at his response and continued, "My only regret is that I could not watch him enjoying me. And I know you would have loved to have seen that, as well. Too bad you didn't."

"Who says I didn't?" responded Coach as he pointed to the window. Now it was my turn to smile as I fell into his arms.