Mrs. Daniels - Art

I teach Art at the local high school. Last Monday I was in front of my
class lecturing on the techniques of sketching. For a model, one of the
boys was sitting on my desk. The other students were having a time trying
to draw him and listen to me at the same time. After a while, I noticed
their problem. After mentioning it to the class, they all smiled and
agreed that they were having trouble trying to do both at the same time.

I laughed and told them I had a solution. After telling the boy to hop
off my desk and go back to his own, I propped myself onto my desk.
Crossing my legs and striking a pose, I resumed my lecture about sketching.
As I spoke about the basics of sketching, the students scribbled away,
trying to incorporate what I was telling them into their artwork. As I
changed poses every few minutes, my thoughts went back a few weeks earlier
to the last time I had all the boys staring at me......

A while back, the Assistant Principal had called a meeting at her home
after school to discuss an idea to prevent students from skipping so many
classes. Her solution to the problem was unique, to say the least.

The following Monday, I walked into my classroom wearing spandex pants,
a tube top, and heels. Looking more like a hooker than a teacher, I began
a normal day of classes. Except that my students were leering at me as I
walked around the room checking everyone's artwork in progress. As a few
students were running low on paint, I went over to the shelves behind my
desk to get some. The top shelf was to high for me to reach, so I slid my
chair over and stepped up on it. Still having to stretch to reach the
paint, I reached up as far as I could. The very second I pulled the paint
of the shelf, my tits lifted out of my top! Since my hands were full of
paint containers, there was nothing I could do about the problem right
away. I turned toward my desk, instantly getting the attention of every boy
in the room, since my tits were plainly on display. I had to step down
slowly from the chair, so I wouldn't fall. The class didn't mind, the
pause gave them a few extra seconds to gawk at my tits. After setting the
paint on my desk, I pulled my top up. All of a sudden, students
"mysteriously" began running out of paint. And after a few more
breast-exposing trips back to the shelves, I didn't mind showing off to
them. In fact it was getting me hot and bothered! For the rest of the day
I was stretching to reach just about everything, just to get my top to
fall. I also bent over to show of my cleavage anytime a student called me
over to look at his work, while the rest of the boys took in my
spandexcovered ass. They found it very hard to tell me about their
painting with my tits right in their faces! The idea worked great, I never
have to worry about students skipping my class now.

I was dressed completely different today. Wearing a matching skirt,
blouse and suit-coat, I looked like a respectable teacher. What my
students didn't know was what I had on under my outfit. But they were
about to find out!

As I changed to yet another pose, I crossed my legs enough to show off a
good portion of my thighs and the dark bands of my stocking tops. Then I
put my foot on the chair, right in front of my ass. I pretended not to
notice that this caused my skirt to bunch up to my waist and displayed my
cunt, covered only by completely see-thru panties. The boys tried their
best to keep drawing, but their hearts weren't into it, they just kept
staring at me.

I felt a wet spot forming between my thighs. Not wanting to let the
boys know how turned on I was getting, I hopped off the desk, walked around
it and sat down. I called on a young girl to get up in front and model for
the class. As the boys were watching her sexy body strike different poses,
I took the opportunity to slowly pull my skirt up and slide my hand into my
panties. As the class was quietly working on their new model, my fingers
probed my cunt. I noticed a some of the boys were looking at me instead of
the model. But I didn't worry about it, my desk is the type with a panel
in the front to block any view under the desk. In fact, I had been
considering asking the janitors to remove it because it was pretty
scratched up from years of ****, and so I could give my classes a good
look up my skirt every now and then. I pinched my clit and went over the
edge! I had to cum while remaining completely still, so my class wouldn't
know what I was up to!

As I came down from my orgasm, the bell rang. Most of the students
picked up their stuff, and ran out the door. However, about seven boys
were moving a little slower than the rest. When just the eight of us were
left in the room, they came over to my desk. "You know, Mrs. Daniels",
one of them said, "the janitors took off the front panel to your desk
yesterday so they could repaint it". I went into shock. All those boys
had seen me masturbate right in front of the whole class! My mind raced as
I tried to think of a way to keep them quiet. "Boys, I'll make a deal with
you. Keep quiet about what you saw and we'll work on an after school
project together. Okay?". I lifted my skirt to my waist to make it
perfectly clear what the boys would be getting after school today. "Sure
teacher, we'll be here after school", they left smiling at each other.

As the rest of the day went by, I considered a request by a local art
gallery. They wanted to show work from all the area high school art
departments. Just before the last bell, I came up with an idea that would
take care of the gallery request and the boys! As the bell sounded and the
last batch of students rushed out, I started making my preparations.....

Stretching a large canvas out on the floor, I fastened it down firmly.
Next, I poured a thick line of blue paint on it, about two feet long.
Then, I started undressing. Taking off all my clothes, I put them out of
the way. I had to hurry, the boys would be here any second! Grabbing a
can of paint with each hand, I laid down on the canvas, right on top of the
blue line. Then I poured a generous amount of red paint on my left tit,
and some green on my right one. A line of orange starting at my tits and
going down to my pussy hair completed my preparations.

I didn't have long to wait, the boys came bursting into the room within
a few minutes. As they looked around the room, they saw me laying on the
floor, naked, with different colors of paint all over me.

I spread my legs and started rubbing the paint around. They quickly
stripped and came over to me. All at once, they started rubbing my body,
further smearing the paint around. Then, almost without warning, a boy
moved between my legs and slid his cock into me. As I was getting fucked,
I grabbed at the cocks around me and started jacking a couple off. The
cock on my right turned green instantly from the paint on my hand, the one
on my left turned red. I was quite a sight laying on the floor, getting
fucked by a boy while covered in paint, jacking off a red cock and a green
one.

My first orgasm came quickly. After it was over, the boy between my
legs was quickly replaced by another. The new boy rolled me over onto a
fresh section of the canvas and slid into me from behind, the rest of the
students cheering him on. Right after he finished, we all stood up to see
the canvas we had so uniquely painted. My outlines were very visible on
the canvas. Between the paint from my body and the paint from the boys, it
didn't take a lot of imagination to figure out what had happened.

I poured a few puddles of different colors on the canvas and walked
right into the mess. After spreading it out with a few light kicks, I got
on my knees and smiled at the boys. They practically attacked me. I was
instantly surrounded by a circle of throbbing hardons. Grabbing two cocks
in front of me and sliding my lips over another, I started working three
students. A few seconds later, I felt a boy running his tongue over my
cunt. The boys in front of me started cumming almost at the same time,
spraying my face, tits and hair with cream. My cunt was dripping all over
the boy's face. As soon as the first wave of orgasms faded away, I laid
down on my back, right in the mixture of paint! They lost no time in
fucking me again. A boy moved between my legs and slid his cock into my
pussy, as another straddled my face and let his prick hang over my mouth,
lightly brushing my lips. As my lips parted, his cock slid into my mouth
easily. I also grabbed two more cocks and started jacking them off. All
seven boys took turns fucking me!

As I realized that group sex was great (especially if I'm the only woman
in the group), I wondered if I would ever again be satisfied with just one
partner at a time. After the boys were exhausted, they all watched me rub
the cum into my tits and face. As a final show, I started playing with
myself as I was writhing around on the canvas. I must have inspired one
boy for one last fuck. After dipping his hands in the yellow paint, he
started fondling my tits, coating them with the color. Then he rolled me
over on the canvas. He lifted my ass up and slid his prick deep in my
cunt. As his cock pounded in and out of me, my tits and face rubbed into
the canvas. I raked my nails through the paint as my pussy melted around
his cock and the room spun around my head. The juices from my wet hole
were dripping down onto the painting and the cum on my face and tits was
getting rubbed into the canvas, but I didn't care in the slightest. All
that mattered was the intense orgasm I was having!

After I caught my breath, everyone was finally to tired to continue,
including me. As we cleaned up the room and ourselves, I told the students
to prepare the canvas to be taken to the gallery. They looked at me in
shock! They asked if I was joking. I assured them that it was all right,
no one could tell how the painting was done, it would just look like
swirling colors to everyone. One of the boys spoke up, saying that we had
to name the piece before submitting it to the gallery. Everyone looked to
me as I thought about a name. "Group Effort", I said smiling. All the
boys laughed, saying that it was an appropriate name.

The next day at the gallery, I had a chance to check out the other works
on display. I wondered around trying to find where they had hung "Group
Effort". As I came around a corner, I saw our work. However, I was also
horrified by how it looked now. With the paint dry, the outlines of bodies
were evident. But then, most of the outlines were mine, so I recognized
them right away. The worst part was from the final fuck. The yellow paint
had dried to become perfectly recognizable as a pair of tits. And, with
the swirled outlines of knees and feet, along with my nail marks, it wasn't
to hard to figure out what was being done to the woman whose tits made the
yellow impressions.

I was near panic, thinking that everyone would see right away what the
people had been doing on the canvas. However, as more and more people
walked by, I found that most people didn't look at it long enough to notice
what I thought to be obvious. I thought any second someone was going to
approach me and say "are those your tits in that painting?" or "are you the
one getting fucked in this painting?", but it never happened.

The gallery keeper came up to me and introduced himself. We talked for
a few minutes about the painting. He said there was something about my
work that just made want to stand and look at it for hours. I thanked him,
but was so nervous that I excused myself and went to the bathroom. When I
got back he was still starting at it. He just kept standing there and
starting at the painting. Suddenly his eyes went wide and he covered his
mouth with his hand. When his hand came back down, he was smiling! He
came over to me and started asking questions about the work. I informed
him that I and my class had done it as a class project. I could tell he
was getting turn on, so was I. He asked how many students had helped me
with it. He smiled when I told him that seven boys had helped me paint it.
I also added that we all worked on it at the same time. From the look on
his face, I thought his jaw was going to fall to the floor. When I
casually told him that there were plenty of other fluids besides paint on
the canvas, I thought he was going to cum in his pants!

We've gone out on a date since then, I've even modeled for him and his
friends. Since he understands my sexual needs, he and his friends help me
out after each modeling session. Between his group and my class, I think
I'll have enough group sex to keeps my hands (and cunt) full for a long
time.