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It really starts with the gym teacher. Sure, Emma has been cutting a swathe through the school since freshman year and Angel not far behind her, Raven always ready to "practice" with them and listen to a recitation of the good bits, but ganging up on Mr. Lensherr was their first real escapade as a trio, right at the beginning of senior year. All of them had gotten gym out of the way as freshmen, and actually regretted it as they watched him run around the track. He had been hired during their sophomore year, and has since become a fairly reliable resting place for crushes.
Anyone can appreciate his body, but it's the little things that give him such wide appeal. Artistic girls like his pretty eyes and freaky girls like how cold he is and buttoned-up good girls like his smile because it seems to crawl under their clothes and absolve them of all responsibility. In her way, Raven is all three of these things, and over the past few years has been hopelessly in love with him, between other crushes and adolescent ephemera. She just watches and sighs because he's a teacher and the scars on her face make her self-conscious, nevermind that she's so beautiful she makes her friends wonder if they are not merely opportunists, and really bi after all.
Naturally, it's Emma's idea to really do it. She's the kind of person who makes things happen, and so wicked she scares them sometimes. "Seriously," she says, sipping her champagne, "we might as well. We all think he's hot, and I know he wants you, and you can't stay a virgin forever, darling."
"He wants me?" She blushes, blonde mane covering most of her face as usual, her glass nearly empty.
"He watches you all the time, and you know he's trying hard not to," Angel adds, grabbing their stolen bottle to refill Raven's glass and top off her own. "And he totally got wood that day you had to wear the skirt that shrank in the wash."
Raven is dubious about torturing a virtuous man, but being wanted is too much to resist. Emma starts pointing it out whenever his eyes are on her, and Angel has been dressing her every day, strategically using less and less fabric. It's a hot September, and the damned air conditioning is off and maybe she goes a little crazy. That's the only reason she can possibly be here, in his freaking bed, totally naked wondering if she really will just die if he refuses her. Emma and Angel are hiding nearby, and Raven tries not to have a heart attack at the sound of Lensherr's boots on the stairs. "Don't worry, honey," Angel whispers, "We got him."
And they do. He really does try to escape their net, but Emma has her cell phone out and whether she means to take pictures or call the cops the consequences for him are dire. He's furious and Raven feels terrible, but kinda hot, too. Before long they've got him tied to the bed and Emma is purring into his ear about this sweet little virgin that wants to give herself to him, and how it's on him to make it good for her. Raven blushes, straddling him. They keep trying to tell her, but she'll never believe that the latticed white scars from the fire are beautiful, that in the dim light they make her look semi-divine, a serpent woman. He grumbles that he can't well make it good without use of his hands and mouth, and they all shudder, because here is someone who understands things.
"Don't worry about it. We're here to help." Emma's grin is sharp and predatory, and she arranges herself behind Raven, spreading her out and displaying her for Lensherr, fingers stretching her wide enough to make her whimper, writhing against Emma. "We have to make sure she's ready, since you're pretty big. You've really made a good choice, Raven." Angel is carefully cutting Lensherr out of his clothes, running her hands all over him and making him shiver, eyes still cold. "If you can relax enough, anyway, but you're doing wonderfully. So wet for him. She's dripping, Mr. Lensherr."
He jerks against his bonds. "No. If you must do this, call me Erik."
"As you like. Angel?"
"On it. And you said it was wishful thinking to buy the Magnums." She rolls a condom over Lensherr's cock, giving him a friendly little squeeze that makes him bite off a moan.
"And I think you've had plenty of practice to do this yourself." She pushes Raven forward to stand on her knees. She reaches between her legs to grip Lensherr's cock, looking nervously into those pale eyes.
"Okay?"
"...Okay, god have mercy on me," he whispers, shuddering. He watches with fierce concentration as Raven lines his tip up with her slit, and gasps, sinking down. She moves incredibly slowly, letting out little gasping cries at every fraction of an inch of progress. She tips her head back and moans, hips wriggling their way down as Erik groans and growls and bashes the headboard. Raven's pleasure is so overwhelming it looks a little like pain, but Erik looks like he's being tortured. But he's controlling himself, teeth gritted as Raven grinds down, taking him all the way and just sitting there for a long moment, mouth hanging open.
Angel strokes Lensherr's hair, her touch incredibly tender. "You're fucking amazing, baby." She kisses him softly, and he whimpers helplessly into her mouth as Raven finally starts to move. She fucks herself on him, slow and deep, and he groans and writhes under her, skin beaded with sweat. Emma purrs, and reaches around to touch Raven's clit, helping her along. He makes a noise like Raven has stabbed him when she comes, clenching and fluttering around him. After that it's Angel's turn, for being so helpful, and Raven puts the fresh condom on and kneels by Erik's head where she kisses him again and again, whispering her thanks, that he's gorgeous and feels amazing as Angel rides him. She squeals and grinds down hard on him, rough and messy, digging her nails into his shoulders. She screams when she comes and Lensherr says something in German that's probably swearing, voice low and dark and wrecked.
There's a small squabble then, about how to finish this off. In the end, Emma is gracious and lets Raven be the one to make him come. She gets herself off on him with ruthless efficiency, leaving him shattered and gasping for Raven to finish off. She finds just the right rhythm, and his eyes roll back and he lets out something that's almost a wail, bucking up desperately and coming at last, shaking for a long time afterward. He is boneless when they clean up and untie him, and only makes a vague mumbling noise when Raven kisses him goodbye, the three of them crawling out the window and into the branches of the old oak outside. From there they drop down and run home through the night, giggling.