Pedophilia-the sexual interest of an adult in a juvenile, usually at the time of puberty and prior to full adolescence-appears to be a steadily increasing behavioristic phenomenon, and for a variety of reasons. Fundamentally, the juvenile's acceptance of eroticism and the role of the submissive partner to the adult is based on instinctive trust of authority, which explains why we find so many examples of father and daughter, mother and son sexual liaisons. The child, awakened to sensuality by the initiatory attention of the adult, is concerned with the mysterious and exciting new sensations which most often are the first such cogent awareness of sexuality which he or she experiences. The question of ethics and morality, of course, are rarely present in the juvenile's mind, inasmuch as his or her reasoning is that if a parental authority encourages such conduct, it must necessarily be right.
Primarily, the tempting freshness and naivete of the juvenile is what most whets the erotic appetite of the adult. Also, where the adult has experienced rejection within his or her age group, there is motivation to effect a pedophilic relationship precisely because the adult is certain that there will be no rejection from the trusting, curious, uninhibited juvenile.
These factors, as you will find in this present volume, go to make up the delicate complexity of pedophilic liaisons. We are not dealing with what the public calls "child molesters"; the psychic bond between adult and juvenile in pedophilia is rarely psychotic or obsession-driven; often it embodies great tenderness and a kind of protective sheltering.
CHAPTER ONE
Pretty, blonde haired, twenty-four year old Ivy Crane, is a small town high school English teacher. She is shapely and very pleasing to the male eye. Men were always after her for dates, trying to get into her pants. But throughout all of these male attempts, Ivy had remained a virgin.
Ivy feared most men. On her dates she would kiss and neck but nothing more. Sometimes the men wanted her to feel their pricks, but Ivy refused to handle them. The large one eyed monsters scared her. Ivy didn't dare imagine one of those monsters invading her cunt.
Ivy's sixteen year old sister Eve Crane was more sexually mature than herself, and attended school where Ivy taught. Most of the boys at school had been in Eve's panties ... she was the most popular girl in school.
Sometimes Ivy envied her sister's popularity, wishing that she could be as open and gregarious as Eve. Ivy spent much of her time alone correcting papers, or with her face buried in a book.
Eve spent most of her time with her face buried in some boy's lap!
Both girls lived at home with their parents, with each girl having her own room. One evening Ivy happened to visit Eve's room just as Eve had emerged naked from the adjoining bathroom. Ivy found her gaze arrested upon the girl's young body. It was the first time that she had noticed how sexually attractive Eve was. The girl's body was exquisitely shaped, with no traces of baby fat, and legs were long and lean-girlish, yet womanly-round and firm.
Ivy couldn't help but stare at Eve's dense black pubic bush. She couldn't stop her gaze from moving up the girl's body, to her tits. When Eve was dressed her tits didn't appear as large as they actually were-she was at least a thirty-eight-C-cup.
"What're you staring at, ain't you never seen a naked chick before?" Eve asked her sister when she saw the way Ivy was gawking at her.
Catching her breath, Ivy stammered, "W-Well, yes ... but I never knew you were so gorgeous in the raw."
"Hmmm, maybe I'd better watch myself, you might be queer or something?" Eve said with a hint of flirtation in her voice.
Eve's remark penetrated Ivy's skull like a meat cleaver. "Was that what I am? Is that why I don't like men. Am I lesbian?" Ivy asked herself. She noted that she was beginning to tremble as she continued to stare at her sister's naked body. She hadn't ever felt this way with a man.
Noticing the effect her nudity was having on her sister, Eve turned and said, "Here." And she let Ivy see all of her naked body.
Ivy swallowed hard, actually heard herself gulp. Her trembling increased as Eve began salacious bump-and-grind gyrations with her body. Ivy flushed, and was becoming more certain of her lesbian nature.
Knowing sexual arousal when she saw it, Eve decided to try an experiment. She took her sister's trembling hand in her own and led Ivy toward the unmade bed. Looking deeply into Ivy's glistening blue eyes, she asked, "Have you ever been fucked?"
Inadequacy welling up inside her body, Ivy choked, "No-No."
Having guessed correctly, Eve smiled to herself. She decided to continue her experiment. "Why don't you undress and get comfortable like me," she suggested.
Quivering with a strange want, Ivy asked, "W-Why?"
"Well, you've seen me in the buff. I think it's only fair that I see you."
"I-I-I guess you're right," Ivy stammered, rising from the edge of the bed.
"Let me help you," Eve suggested as she allowed her deft fingers to begin undoing Ivy's white peasant blouse. Eve smiled lovingly at Ivy as she opened the woman's blouse and drew the garment down off of the smooth shoulders. She turned Ivy around and unhitched the woman's bra, letting it slip down her body.
Self-consciousness suffused Ivy's body when Eve turned her around to see her naked tits. Ivy cupped her breasts with her hands to hide them from Eve's gaze.
"Don't be so modest," Eve admonished. "What have you got that I don't have?"
"N-Nothing, but you have so much more."
"Oh, stop it, you're pretty well built yourself," Eve said as she removed Ivy's hands from her bosom. She placed Ivy's arms down at her sides and told her to keep them there while she examined the jutting cones of flesh. "You really are stacked," Eve told Ivy.
Ivy blushed. She felt like a half-dressed soldier lined up for inspection.
Eve stroked the rising and falling mounds with her skillful fingers-fingers which had gained much of their skill from playing with young boys' cocks. With her fingers Eve traced circles around Ivy's stiffening nipples.
Ivy gasped when she became aware of her response to the manipulations.
"Don't be shy," Eve crooned. "Let it happen if it feels good."
"B-B-But-" Ivy began.
"Shhhh," Eve cautioned and lowered her mouth to Ivy's right nipples.
"Ohhhh," Ivy moaned and curled her fingers into fists.
Eve drew the stiff nipple into her mouth and began laving at it gently.
In her entire life Ivy had never felt the touch of warm lips upon her breasts. Many of the men she'd dated were anxious to do it, but Ivy had always avoided it. She felt it to be disgusting. But what she was feeling now wasn't repulsive. Eve's lips felt good as they sucked at her tit. Ivy liked it.
Without warning, Eve switched to the other tit, gobbled it into her mouth. She could feel sensual tremors shooting through Ivy's body. Because of her vast experience in sexuality, she knew that her sister was hot and bothered. She felt good that she was able to work up the old prude. She vowed that she'd have Ivy begging for release before long.
Eve chewed at her sister's warm tit, gobbling the mass of flesh into her mouth where she ran her tongue over the spiked nipple."
"Ohhmmmmm," Ivy groaned weakly-completely under her sister's spell. She wondered how she had avoided knowing of these sweet but forbidden pleasures? She found herself blaming her parents who had always emphasized work rather than pleasure. She had tried to please her parents by working hard and making something of her life. In doing so, a lot of life had passed her by. She had wasted valuable time. She didn't give a damn if she was a queer ... she only knew that having her tits sucked felt good. She felt that life had cheated her up till now. Why didn't my mother and father tell me of such things? she asked herself. She had seen dirty pictures of women making love, but she had never understood how they got pleasure out of it. Even college biology classes didn't prepare her for such delights.
While still sucking on Ivy's tit, Eve unzipped her sister's black skirt, letting the garment fall in a heap around Ivy's feet, and pushed her down onto the bed. Ivy was still wearing her garter belt, black panties, dark hose, and black high heels. For a prude she's a sexy looking chick, Eve thought. She turned Ivy onto her tummy so she could unsnap the hitch of the garter belt. She unclasped the garters from the nylons and threw the belted garment to the floor. Eve then rolled Ivy onto her back again. She stared down at the perplexed woman. "I'm going to make you feel good," Eve promised.
Not wanting these delicious sensations to cease, Ivy shut her eyes and placed herself in her sister's hands. Eve obviously knew what she was doing. Only a fool would stop her now, Ivy thought.
With nimble fingers, Eve rolled Ivy's stockings down her legs until she came to the brightly polished shoes. She took off the shoes and drew the stockings off of Ivy's dainty feet. Ivy now had only her panties on. Eve was anxious to uncover her sister's pussy. She fitted her fingers under the waist band of the sheer panties and inched them down over Ivy's flaring hips. Eve drew in a deep breath when she caught sight of the first few blonde pussy hairs. Wanting to see more, Eve tugged the brief panties down Ivy's well-rounded thighs. Now her sister's entire cunt-patch was visible.
Slightly embarrassed at being so nakedly revealed, Ivy draped her right arm over her eyes. She had never been naked like this before. Only as a child, when her mother and bathed her, had anyone seen her naked. Ivy felt helpless and child-like. She was ashamed, yet she wasn't going to stop Eve.
Noting her sister's embarrassment, Eve crooned, "Don't be ashamed, I'm your sister. After all, you've seen me and I'm not embarrassed."
She's right, Ivy told herself. Eve had a way of making her feel small and very naive. Eve appeared so sophisticated, so in. She wished she could be like Eve.
"Your box is scrumptuous," Eve remarked. "M-My what?" Ivy asked.
"Your box, your twat, your pussy-oh, I'm sorry, your vagina," Eve said.
"Is that what you kids call it ... a box?"
"For a teacher, you're uninformed," Eve said.
Ivy felt dumb. Eve was so bright. Ivy became determined to end her ignorance. No matter what Eve had in mind, Ivy was going to go along with the girl. It was the only thing to do to emerge from her protective cocoon. She was becoming sick of being a twenty-four year old woman with the sexual maturity of a ten year old. So when Eve ran her fingers through the silky hairs of Ivy's snatch, Ivy parted her thighs for the forbidden caress. "Oh, do that," Ivy moaned up at her sister as the strange and delicious sexy feelings coursed through her crotch.
Eve chuckled to herself, knowing that this was going to be real trip, a totally unexpected treat. She delicately parted her sister's pulpy pussy lips with her thumb and forefinger. The inside of Ivy's twat was pink and fresh like a baby's unused vagina. And covering the pinkness was the thin and unperforated cherry. Ivy was truly a virgin.
Gloating at her find, Eve pressed the tip of her index finger against the elastic membrane of flesh. Eve was certain that breaking through the hymen would be an easy task. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head toward the blonde patch and the swollen cunt lips, and kissed her sister's pussy.
Ivy gasped when her sister's soft lips touched her cunt. Never in her life had she experienced such a delicious feeling. "Oh, God, that's good," Ivy moaned, her body beginning to writhe. "More," she pleaded, her voice husky with lust.
In a calm manner, Eve crooned, "In time, love, in time. First we must get rid of this." And she pushed her finger against Ivy's maidenhead.
"But-But how?" Ivy croaked.
"You just lie there and let sissy take care of everything," Eve said, then began rummaging through her nightstand. "This is how," and she held up a dildo.
Having never seen a real dildo before, Ivy asked Eve what it was.
"It's my private dong-some guy I dated bought it for me in New York City. I use it to jerk off," Eve said brightly.
"You mean, you play with yourself?" Ivy asked, totally surprised that her sister engaged in such forbidden behavior.
"Doesn't every modern girl?"
"But, it's dirty!"
"Man, you're sure out of it."
Eve was right, Ivy thought. She felt as though she'd been living in a convent all of her life. At twenty-four Ivy acted like a dried-up old spinster. "Help me," she croaked up at Eve.
"Don't worry, sis. When I get through you'll be an expert," Eve promised. Then Eve had Ivy help her put on the dildo. When the dildo was fastened to her body, Eve told Ivy to lie down on the bed again.
Ivy obeyed.
Eve devoured her sister's anxious body with her eyes as the woman lay awaiting her defloration. Ivy's eyes were sparkling with lust and a desire to please. Eve knew she had a willing subject. Eve crawled onto the bed and between Ivy's wantonly outstretched legs. She knelt between her sister's thighs and stroked Ivy's rising and falling breasts with her hands. She palmed the stiffening nipples, kneaded the puffy globes of flesh.
Ivy moaned as she self-consciously stared into her sister's smiling face. She parted her thighs even further as Eve's deft fingers fluttered down Ivy's heaving tummy. "Ohhhh," Ivy gasped when Eve's fingers toyed with her navel.
Eve couldn't figure out how Ivy had avoided ever being raped. Ivy was a beautiful woman, any man would have given a hundred bucks to screw her.
Eve let her hands caress Ivy's hips and upper thighs. She wanted Ivy to be hot when she would begin the defloration. As she gazed down into Ivy's face, she told herself, Soon VII have her squirming with pain-burning, tearing pain. Eve was thankful that her parents weren't home to hear Ivy's screams of pleasure pain.
Eve grasped the root of the pink dildo in her right fist and nudged the rounded head between Ivy's fluted pussy lips. She heard Ivy take in a quick breath when she pushed the head of the fake cock against the woman's cherry. She watched Ivy's tense fingers begin to claw at the white sheet on the bed. The woman gasped as the dildo pushed at the membrane a second time.
Supporting herself on her palms, Eve leaned over Ivy's chest, bringing their tits into contact. She positioned herself on her elbows and knees, with her ass in the air, the head of the dildo just pressing against Ivy's hymen. Eve kissed Ivy's tremulous mouth.
Ivy was aware of the intimate contacts between her body and Eve's. Their tits were crushed together, their tummies caressed one another, and Eve's knees pushed into Ivy's inner thighs. As the kiss grew, Eve began jabbing at Ivy's hymen with the head of the plastic prick. Ivy held her sister in a close embrace while sucking frantically at Eve's mouth with her lips. Each time Eve jabbed the dildo at the thin membrane, Ivy would gasp and withdraw her ass into the mattress. But soon the membrane began to give and stretch. "Uhhhhhhhh," Ivy groaned as Eve thrust and pushed at her cherry.
Eve continued to kiss Ivy as the woman's pain increased. With a tremendous effort she broke through the useless piece of flesh and swaddled the dildo in Ivy's newly opened vagina.
"AAGGGHHHH!" Ivy wailed into Eve's mouth when the prick burst into her virginal hole. She clawed at Eve's back with her fingernails, her eyes filled with tears.
Eve tried to quiet her sister, but she refused to remove the dildo from Ivy's burning cunt. "Shhhhhh," Eve said, and began moving the dildo within Ivy's hole. "The pain will pass, believe me," Eve crooned into Ivy's ear.
"I can't take it," Ivy choked.
Still, Eve fucked her sister's twat.
In time, the pain did abate. Soon Ivy was feeling new sensations which she had never felt in that part of her body before. Her cunt felt full, stuffed. A warm glow, a melting sensation spread through her groin. A passive desire to be used made her listless. She found that her hips were moving in slow circles in answer to Eve's rhythmic fucking motions. She was beginning to truly enjoy the experience-her first fuck. A sex-starved voice inside her body cried out, "Fuck me." Ivy moved like a whore, she felt like a female cat. "Uh, uh, ah, unnhhhh," she whimpered under the sensuous assault. She was fired by each fierce thrust of the artificial cock.
Eve knew she now had her sister's total concentration. She increased the tempo of the fuck. The back portion of the dildo had her own cunt boiling. She plunged the thick dildo deeply into Ivy's hole, she screwed their groins together when the cock was all the way inside Ivy's twat.
For Ivy, all sensations of pain had been cancelled out by overwhelming sensations of delicious pleasure. She found herself hoping that this was the first of many fucks to come.
"Ugh, ugh," Eve grunted, wanting to bring the fuck to a conclusion. The two females grasped one another as their bodies convulsed with orgasmic release.
Ivy felt her cunt suck at the plastic prick which had been plunged deep into her belly. It was as if her cunt were thanking the dildo for bringing it such exquisite pleasure.
"At the end you sure didn't act like a virgin," Eve said to Ivy as they were lying in the pleasant afterglow of the fuck.
A little embarrassed, Ivy said, "I must have gotten carried away."
Eve looked longingly at Ivy and said, "I hate to say this, but I didn't make it."
"I-I thought we went off together?"
"Nope."
"T-Then you want me to-" Ivy began. "Would you?"
"You'll have to teach me," Ivy said.
Eve unfastened the dildo from her body and lay down on her back on the bed. She clasped the backs of her knees with her hands and drew her knees back until they touched her tits-exposing her naked cunt to Ivy's gaze. "You can begin your lesson by eating my cunt."
Only for a brief moment did Ivy hesitate. She took in the sight of her sister's gaping gash which seemed to begin at Eve's pubic bone and then merge with the crack of her ass. The girl's cunt flesh was wet with the girl's frothy cuntal cream.
"Try it, you'll like it," Eve coaxed.
Ivy knelt between Eve's splayed thighs and leaned down until she was supporting herself upon her elbows and knees. She took hold of each of Eve's thighs as she inched her face closer to the black-haired pussy.
"Kiss it, it won't bite," Eve said.
Ivy stared into the glistening meat. She saw tiny droplets of frothy foam oozing from the dark interior of Eve's cunt. Although the sight wasn't esthetically pleasing, it nevertheless had Ivy's mouth watering. She cursed herself for not discovering these delights years before. The sharp acrid odor of hot cunt drew Ivy's lips closer to the furry gash. Was this the scent of evil? she asked herself.
Putting out her tongue, Ivy touched the moist inner portion of Eve's pussy. Her first taste of cunt didn't repulse her. She closed her eyes, drove the tip of her tongue into Eve's hole, and let the heady aroma of cunt fill her nostrils. Instinctively, her tongue headed for Eve's clit. Her tongue slid up the juicy groove until the two fluted lavia came together at the apex of the pulpy pussy.
"Ohhhnnnn," Eve groaned when the soft but insistent tongue swirled over the hood of her clitoris.
Lacking experience at this sort of thing, Ivy was at a loss concerning what to do next. She wondered if she was expected to go on licking, to go on probing, to go on sucking.
Sensing Ivy's dilemma, Eve moaned, "Lap it, lick it as if it were an ice cream cone."
Acknowledging Eve's vast experience in sexuality, Ivy lapped her tongue through the slick split between her sister's cunt lips. She -rimmed the hot entrance to the girl's aromatic vagina with the tip of her tongue. When she dipped her tongue into the corrugated flesh-tunnel, Eve groaned.
Eve hadn't had her pussy eaten in a long time. Most of the boys she dated wanted a quick hand-job or a furtive blow-job, they weren't interested in eating cunt.
Eve's breathing became heavier as Ivy began lapping at Eve's cunt as if she were a starving dog. "Chew it, bite it, suck it," Eve coaxed.
Ivy obeyed.
"Your finger," Eve gasped, "shove it up my ass."
Taken aback at the request, Ivy obeyed. As she lapped the oozing pussy, she slipped her index finger into the silky softness of Eve's twitching asshole.
"Unngghhhh," Eve grunted, opening her ass to the invading finger. "Ohhhhhh, fuck my ass, screw me," she gulped, totally caught up in the lustful adventure. Most of the time Eve was more detached when it came to sex. She always preferred to be in control of her emotions. But right now she was beyond all control, she was seething with a fast-building passion.
As she eased her finger back and forth in Eve's slick asshole, Ivy chewed at the girl's hot box. She enjoyed her sister's frantic squirmings, was proud that she was the cause of them. When Eve thrust her pelvis upward, Ivy jammed her finger all the way into the girl's clenching ass and vigorously chewed at the acrid, shuddering cunt. Ivy knew that Eve had made it. She had produced an orgasm in another woman's body. The accomplishment made Ivy feel good, caused her to hope that she was emerging from her puritan cocoon.
"You were fabulous," Eve said, taking Ivy in her arms to hug and kiss her. "Your next lesson must involve a real cock."
Ivy pulled away from Eve, looked at the girl in disbelief. "You must be joking!"
"Don't get squeamish-it's no big thing. I know some guys who'll keep their mouths shut."
"I can't go to bed with one of your friends, you can't be serious!"
"Young cock is the best cock," Eve said. "You must learn to take cock."
Ivy started to protest, but Eve silenced her with a kiss. "You want to learn, don't you?" Eve asked.
"Y-Yes, but-"
"Then shut up and leave everything to me or I'll spank your bottom," Eve told Ivy.
Ivy's eyes lit up when Eve used the word spank, it caused her to feel comfortable in her new role as student, she felt sixteen and in awe of Eve as if Eve were twenty-four. A spanking would certainly confirm Eve as the dominant personality in their relationship, Ivy thought. The idea of a spanking acted like an aphrodisiac, made her twat tingle. Accepting her subservient position, Ivy said, "Okay, but make sure he can be discreet."
CHAPTER TWO
Eve chose Ted Manis to be the boy to introduce Ivy to live cock. Ted was a junior in high school, a three letter man in football. He was well built and well hung, having a big prick. Eve wanted Ivy to taste a large cock, something to be proud of.
And by a stroke of luck, Eve's parents were going away for the weekend, thus the stage was set, Ted was prepared. Ted was hungry for it; he knew Ivy from school and had often daydreamed about getting in her pants. To him, Ivy had seemed aloof, sophisticated, and certainly not a virgin at twenty-four. It was unbelievable to him that he had been offered the chance to screw her.
When Saturday evening came, Ivy wanted to chicken out, but Eve wouldn't let her, told her the boy was on his way. Ivy wondered who it would be. She hoped it wasn't someone she knew. Ivy tried to persuade Eve to bang her with the dildo and to forget about the boy. Eve said that it was time that Ivy grew up and stopped acting like a child. Nervous, anticipating disaster, Ivy had to agree with Eve.
Eve jumped up at the sound of the doorbell and ran to open the door. "Come in, Ted," Eve said to the husky boy.
Embarrassment flooded Ivy's face when she saw who the boy was. Oh, no! she said to herself. She remembered that every time she saw Ted in the halls at school, he always had a lecherous look in his eyes, was always watching her as she walked through the halls. In total shame, Ivy blurted, "Eve, I can't."
Eve left Ted's side and went to her sister. "Hey, calm down, Ted knows everything. There's no reason to feel embarrassed or ashamed."
Ivy cursed herself for allowing Eve to place her in such a compromising position. If the knowledge of this ever got out around the school, she knew she'd be suspended from her teaching position. That was too great a sacrifice to make for a few minutes of sensuous pleasure. Young boys have big mouths, Ivy told herself. "How could you?" Ivy asked.
"Look, hon, don't make such a big thing out of this. Ted knows everything and he isn't going to blab it all over town," Eve said.
"Yeah, Miss Crane, I ain't gonna say nothin' about this," Ted promised.
Eve draped her arm over Ivy's shoulders. "Stop acting like a child or I'll have to treat you like one," Eve told Ivy. "You're a big girl now, act like one."
Ivy was beginning to feel that there was no way out of this encounter. She felt stupid and immature.
"Be a big girl and show Ted your gorgeous body," Eve coaxed. "But-"
"C'mon," Eve prodded.
Compared to these two young people Ivy was acting like a child.
"C'mon," Eve said again and began taking off Ivy's blouse.
Ivy didn't resist Eve. She allowed the girl to take the blouse off and then unhitch her bra.
"Wow!" Ted exclaimed when Ivy's tits were freed.
"See, Teddy likes you already," Eve told Ivy. Then she told Ted to start undressing.
The sixteen year old boy pulled his T-shirt over his head and arms, then practically tore his jeans off. As soon as the boy's pants were off, Ivy caught sight of the massive bulge in his briefs. When he tugged down his underwear his monster cock sprang out at Ivy. She had never seen a penis as big as Ted's. The size of it made her shiver.
"Don't let it scare you, Miss Crane," Ted said, taking his prick in his fist and jerking it off. "He can be nice and gentle," he assured Ivy.
Eve led Ivy closer to the boy. "Touch it," Eve told Ivy.
Ivy could only stare at the thick pole between the boy's thighs.
"Go ahead," Eve coaxed.
Tentatively, Ivy reached her hand toward the stiff monster. Ted took away his hand when Ivy's fingers touched the rubbery thing. She clasped his prick in her fist, her thumb and index finger encircling the root of the warm pole. She squeezed it gently, tugged at it softly. It was her second feel of cock. Once, a long time ago, she had held a prick in the palm of her hand. The man had wanted to go further, but Ivy called a halt to their necking.
"Mmmm, that feels good," Ted said, closing his eyes and tilting his face toward the ceiling.
Ivy turned to face Eve. She smiled nervously at the black-haired nymph.
"Good," Eve whispered. "You're doing good."
The next thing Ivy knew was that her breasts were being squeezed in Ted's strong fists. She flinched, filled with shame at being handled so intimately by the boy. But as he began to palm her nipples, then pinch them with his thumb and first finger, she found the touches arousing. She gripped the boy's swollen prick more tightly in her hand.
Ivy then felt Eve's hand massaging at her crotch through her thin shirt. "Unnnhh," Ivy moaned, then felt Eve unzipping the skirt. Next, Eve's fingers were slipping under the legbands of Ivy's pink panties.
Eve toyed with Ivy's moist slit with her fingers, slipping them in and out of the hot and mushy hole. Eve strained her head forward and kissed Ted on his lips. At this, Ted's body moved forward and the head of his prick jabbed at Ivy's panty-clad twat.
Ivy watched her sister and the boy kiss as she continued to play with his cock. For some reason, she was reluctant to release his surging rod. Watching the two youngsters kissing added to Ivy's excitement. She was getting into the scene, becoming willing to go ahead with the fuck. Future consequences of her actions were driven from her mind by seething pleasure. She found herself not caring that she was twenty-four and he was sixteen. The cock she was jerking off was a man's cock ... and she was ready for a man.
Taking note of her sister's free-flowing cunt cream, Eve knew Ivy wasn't going to quit. She tore her lips from Ted's mouth and led both of them to the long green sofa. She left Ivy standing at the side of the sofa while she had Ted help her move the sofa away from the wall. She then pulled Ivy around in back of the sofa, had her lean forward over the sofa's backrest. Eve watched the tense muscles of Ivy's back and ass ripple as the woman tried to make herself comfortable over the back of the couch. The dainty pink panties were pulled taut over Ivy's plump buttocks, some of the material was pinched in the crack of Ivy's ass.
Eve knelt and tugged Ivy's panties down her trembling thighs, uncovering the woman's ass for Ted to see. She then had Ted step behind Ivy. She rubbed the head of his turgid cock in Ivy's dripping twat until it was well-lubricated. "Go slow," she cautioned Ted as she guided the head of his prick between the drooping lips of Ivy's moist gash.
"Sure," Ted rasped as he felt his cock slipping into the corrugated smoothness of Ivy's foaming pussy. It was hard for the boy to accept the fact that he was fucking a woman much older than himself. "It isn't every day a guy gets to screw a teacher," he commented.
Ivy blushed at his remark. It was strange, she thought. She felt humiliation creep into her stomach-it wasn't right for her to do this. This was a perverted thing that she was doing. She wanted to stop him, but his thick prick was stretching her cunt and pushing up into her body. The feeling was delicious. It felt like the dildo, but this was warmer than the plastic prick. Still, she tried to get up, but obviously Ted was holding her in place with his hands upon her back. She felt as though she were being skewered.
His prick was hot inside her holt, it excited the tender tissues on the inside of her vagina. Soon she felt his crotch pressing into her buttocks-he was all the way up inside her. Ivy marveled that she had swallowed up his entire prick.
To congratulate Ivy, Eve kissed her sister on her lips.
Ivy felt proud. She returned Eve's kiss.
The huge prick now began to pull out of Ivy's pussy and then pushed back inside. Ivy felt as if she were a toilet having a plunger used on it. The big cock filled her almost virgin pussy to overflowing. She wondered if Ted was proud of his accomplishment? How many other boys his age got to fuck an older woman, a teacher in his own high school? she asked herself. She also wondered how many women could actually accommodate his massive dong? But she was doing it. Ivy was taking in his oversize dork. She was letting him screw her with it. She was enjoying her subservient position. Feeling helpless and in Eve's power excited Ivy. In a sense, these two teenagers were bringing her pleasure against her own will!
Ivy could hear Ted breathing hard "behind her, could feel his hot puffs of breath cascading upon her back. She knew he was having a great time. But she was worried. What if he found her as attractive as a girl his own age and didn't want to stop after one time? Suppose he kept coming back for more, she thought.
Ted sounded like an animal now. He was ramming his surging cock back and forth in Ivy's cunt. She could feel her sloppy twat juice trickling down her thighs-liquid sloshing sounds assaulted her ears. Her belly was being mashed into the back of the sofa. The head of his prick seemed to be trying to plunge into her womb-the fuck had entered a more violent phase. He was plunging every inch of his huge organ up into her cunt.
Ivy gasped as his fingers dug into her sides. She heard him emit an animal-like grunt and her cunt was flooded with creamy sperm. Although she strained and strove, she failed to come with him.
Later, Eve explained to Ivy that it was a common thing for women not to come during intercourse. She assured Ivy that Ted would take care of her. Then the two teenagers placed Ivy on her back, on the soft red rug. In seconds, Ted's face was between Ivy's thighs, he began licking her overflowing twat. Ted was almost as good as Eve had been with her tongue.
While Ted ate Ivy's twat, Eve sucked Ivy's tits. The double stimulation brought on Ivy's climax.
As they sat around and talked later, Ivy confessed that the whole thing had been pleasant and educational.
"I told you Ted was quite a man," Eve said.
Ivy had to agree with her sister.
Eve took Ted's limp prick in her hand. Cradling it gently, she asked, "Don't you want to taste it?"
Her face becoming livid, Ivy bowed her head. She had never sucked a penis before-the act seemed dirty to her. She wasn't sure she could cope with sucking Ted's prick. To suck his cock seemed like a depraved thing to do. Fucking was one thing, but sucking dick would make her feel inferior and small in his presence. If I suck him hell lose all respect for me, she told herself. I'm the teacher and he's the student, she reminded herself.
"C'mon, kiss it," Eve coaxed, still playing with the boy's swelling member. "Come closer," Eve said.
Ivy took notice of the wry smile on Ted's face, it confirmed her suspicion that he would enjoy her degradation. She watched him smooth back his long hair from his forehead. His eyes were saying, Suck my dick, bitch.
"Here," Eve said.
Reluctantly, Ivy reached out her hand to touch the head of the proffered prick.
"Oh man," the boy groaned when her hand wrapped around his cock.
"Kiss it," Eve crooned.
"Yeah, Miss Crane," Ted added.
Ivy's eyes searched Eve's face. The girl only smiled a toothy smile. Ivy marveled at the girl's coolness, it was all so easy for her. The girl's wicked beauty tempted Ivy to let go of the cock and go down on Eve.
"Don't be such a baby, kiss the damn thing," Eve coaxed.
It took all of her nerve, but Ivy leaned forward and kissed the pink circumcised head of Ted's prick. Trembling with shame, Ivy faced Eve.
"Suck it," Eve goaded.
Gulping loudly, Ivy faced the boy's stiff member again. After staring at the stiff monster for a moment, she fitted her lips around the thick head of his massive prick. Ivy felt compelled to obey her sister's commands. She wished she could be as uninhibited, as accepting as was Eve.
"Move your mouth up and down on it," Eve chided Ivy.
Ivy let the tip of her tongue touch the helmet-shaped head of Ted's throbbing prick. It doesn't taste bad, she said to herself.
"That's it, get him going," Eve told Ivy.
A bead of fluid oozed from the slit at the head of the cock. Not being able to resist, Ivy licked up the drop of fluid. It, too, didn't taste bad, but it did taste different from Eve's cunt cream.
Ivy engulfed the hot head of Ted's prick with her wet mouth.
"Good," Eve said in praise of Ivy's efforts.
His dick filled her mouth as it had filled her pussy. She felt as though someone had forced a gag into her mouth. The cock was much too long for her to take more than half of it into her mouth.
"Ahhh," Ted moaned as the juicy mouth of the teacher moved up and down on his pulsing prick. He inched his pelvis forward on the couch so she could get at him with ease. Ted wanted to enjoy this unique blow-job.
Ivy's cheeks sank inward as she moved her mouth down on his thick cock, and they returned to normal when her mouth moved upward. Ivy marveled at how easily she accepted the role of cocksucker, was impressed with her technique. It's so easy to do, she told herself. She was even beginning to feel tiny flutters of sexual arousal in her cunt. Her vagina seemed to be swelling, there was a tightness in her clitoris. She found her twat sopping wet with her aromatic pussy juice. Sucking his penis is getting to me, she told herself.
Ivy heard a flurry of movement behind her and then felt Eve's tongue touching her twat. Eve had lain down on the floor near the sofa with her head under Ivy's groin and between Ivy's parted thighs. "Ohhhh," Ivy moaned around the thick cock, took her hand away from her cunt so that Eve could do the job. Everything was perfect, Ivy thought. Sucking cock wasn't dirty, she said to herself. Licking cunt was delicious. She wondered why she'd avoided sex for such a long time?
The deliciously sensuous motions of the prick in her mouth impelled her to suck more vigorously. She chuckled to herself when she had Ted squirming in uncontrollable passion. It was a heady feeling to be able to control someone's body like this.
Suddenly, Ted's prick swelled, throbbed, and erupted in Ivy's sucking mouth. Feeling her mouth being flooded with globs of hot searing come, Ivy was forced to swallow. As she was gulping down his tasty sperm, Eve's lapping tongue brought about her own release.
Ivy spat out the boy's satisfied cock and licked up the semen from her lips.
"You learn fast," Eve said.
Smiling weakly at the girl, Ivy said, "I have a good teacher."
"Next we'll have to expand your curriculum, right, Ted?"
"Uh, yeah," the satisfied boy answered. "I'll talk to Johnny Q. He's the leader of the Devil's Helpers."
"Wait just a minute," Ivy broke in. "This is it. I'm not going to screw another one of your friends."
"Don't go all wishy-washy now," Eve scolded.
"Oh, yes, I can," Ivy told her sister, trying to put some dignity into her voice.
"You can't learn the ropes by quitting now."
"Involving too many people can only lead to trouble. I have a job to protect. I agreed to Ted, but no more."
Eve told Ivy that the boys in the Devil's Helpers could be trusted to keep a secret. Ted agreed with Eve. "Don't be a chicken," Eve said.
Knowing that she had been coerced, Ivy said, "Well, I don't know."
"I do know. I know that Johnny Q. has a fantastic cock and he can really turn a chick on. You'll love it, I promise," Eve said. Skeptical, Ivy finally gave in to Eve. Eve's attitude and arguments made Ivy feel naive and foolish. So, even knowing that it would be a dangerous undertaking, Ivy agreed to meet other boys.
"Great!" Eve squealed and kissed Ivy squarely on her lips. Then Eve went to the floor. She stretched out, drew up her legs, and told Ivy to go down on her.
Although Ivy was somewhat embarrassed to behave like a queer in front of Ted, she went to her knees between Eve's arched legs. Knowing that it would be futile to argue with the stubborn teenager, Ivy put her lips to Eve's pungent snatch. "This act is no worse than sucking his cock," she told herself, not giving a damn what Ted thought of her after tonight. She told herself that her reputation couldn't be damaged anymore than it already was. She didn't think she could sink much lower. She had already become a receptacle for his sperm.
Ted had only seen women making it in dirty books, but this was a lot more interesting than looking at pictures. If he wanted to, he knew he could join them. A picture was just a picture. He could only drool over a picture, but here he could put his fantasies into practice. When his anxious adolescent cock had swelled up again, he began jerking off as he watched Miss Crane eating out her younger sister's palpitating pussy.
Ivy drew her tongue through Eve's frothy slit with the skill of an experienced lesbian. She had to admit that she enjoyed licking Eve's twat. The girl smelled fresh and young. There was no repugnant odor. There was only the delicious aroma of desire, of boiling passion. Ivy was certain that Eve had the best tasting cunt in the whole world.
Delicately, Ivy poked her tongue into Eve's cuntal opening to taste the girl's cream. Ivy swallowed down the delicious nectar as if it were a life-giving fluid. She made Eve gasp as she explored the girl's hot flesh-tunnel.
Looking up, Ivy saw Ted kneel over Eve's chest. Since his back was to her, Ivy could only assume that the boy was feeding his prick to Eve.
Eve pulled Ted's excited cock into her mouth as if it were a candy bar. Then, as Ivy's wanton tongue lashed through her pussy, Eve sucked at Ted's dick. Soon Eve was squirming like a captured snake. Ted began fucking her mouth with his cock. Eve's hips rose and fell, faint animal sounds escaped her throat, she was completely ecstatic.
With a pig-like grunt and a mighty thrust forward of his pelvis, Ted's cock shot jet after jet of his sperm down Eve's gulping throat. As she swallowed down the thick globs of semen, Eve's body went into sexual convulsions. Ivy's tongue had done it again.
Ivy wanted to be a good student. She lapped up all of Eve's liquid offering. She thought about the Devil's Helpers and their cocks. To her own surprise, Ivy was looking forward to the event.
CHAPTER THREE
Eve told Ivy that the Devil's Helpers was a gang of teenage boys and girls who dug motorcycles. The leader of the gang was a dropout named Johnathon Q. Hortens, but everyone called him Johnny Q. Johnny Q's parents owned half the town.
Eve said that Johnny was a typical well-to-do rebel. He was the one who paid the rent on the Devil's Helpers clubhouse. Eve said that Johnny Q. was anxious to meet Ivy. Eve didn't tell Ivy about Johnny's hate of school and of teachers. She couldn't bring herself to tell Ivy of Johnny's hate for all authority figures for fear that Ivy might back out.
"And when does this special initiation take place?" Ivy wanted to know. "Tonight," Eve said.
"I can't go tonight, I have test papers to correct," Ivy countered.
Eve told Ivy that her sexual education was much more important than correcting test papers.
Ivy paced the floor of her room as she argued with Eve, but the girl wouldn't budge from her position. Finally, Ivy agreed to go to the clubhouse, but only for a couple of hours.
At the clubhouse, which was a store with a back room, Ivy was introduced to Johnny Q. He was a tall and good looking boy with a leather jacket on and two young girls hanging on each of his arms. He possessed a piercing gaze and had an authoritative tone to his voice.
The two females were named Gail and Fay. Fay attended one of Ivy's classes. Pangs of guilt knotted Ivy's nervous stomach. Self-consciously, she looked around the room. There was an unmade single bed at the rear of the room and a small desk with a chair near the door where she was standing. Against one wall were leaning several fold-up chairs. Ivy felt that she couldn't perform if Fay was going to stay. And when she told Eve of her decision, Eve told her to calm down and not to worry. Eve shut the door and pushed Ivy toward the center of the room.
Johnny Q. suggested that they should all undress so they could be comfortable. A nervous tremor ran through Ivy's body. She watched Johnny Q. and the two girls begin to undress. Her heart did flip-flops. She turned her face toward Eve. Shame welled up inside of her body. Why did I come? she asked herself. She was supposed to be older and wiser than these kids. She was supposed to be teaching them right from wrong. Yet she was here to get fucked. It made no sense to her. "I want to go," she told Eve. She heard the others laugh at her remark. Johnny Q., half naked by this time, moved in front of her and he said, "No, no, mama." The boy's stern eyes frightened Ivy. She was even more frightened when he slapped her across the face.
"Heeeeeey!" Ivy yelped as her head was thrown to one side, causing her hair to veil her face. "You fuckin' punk," she spat.
"PUNK!" The boy shouted. "Just get your clothes off, teach, you ain't going nowhere."
Again Ivy turned toward Eve for reassurance, but the girl said nothing, just clasped her hands in front of her crotch and watched.
"Get the clothes off or I'll really get rough," Johnny warned.
Ivy found her trembling fingers moving toward the top button of her green blouse. When she had opened the blouse at the front, she pulled the garment out of her skirt and drew it off her quivering arms. Not wishing to leave her breasts unprotected, she left her bra on and unzipped her black skirt instead.
She looked up once and saw Johnny leering at her body. The sight of the boy sickened her. He scared her. After stepping out of the circle of her skirt, she took her low-heeled shoes off. This left her wearing her bra, garter belt, panties, and sheer stockings.
"C'mon, c'mon," Johnny coaxed.
Not being able to delay the moment of truth any longer, Ivy undid the clasp of her bra and freed her breasts.
"Nice tits," Johnny commented.
At another time or another place Ivy might have been flattered by the boy's remark, but here and now the remark seemed vulgar.
Reluctantly, Ivy's fingers fitted themselves into the elastic waistband of her lime colored panties and pushed them down over her pale green garter belt. They all watched her as she bent over to take the panties from her feet. Ivy could feel the heat in her cheeks, knew she was blushing, could still feel the tingling sting of his slap.
"Wow!" Johnny exclaimed when he got a look at Ivy's blonde pussy-patch. He couldn't wait to stick her with his meat.
Fay approached Ivy and told the woman that she had a delicious looking pussy. Ivy turned even more scarlet. Fay had destroyed the psychological distance which was usually set up between student and teacher. Fay had placed them both on the same psychological and social level with her remark. She made Ivy feel like a tramp-destroyed all of the woman's psychological defenses.
As Ivy took off her garter belt and stockings, Johnny took off his boots and jeans. He stood before Ivy with his hands on his hips and his large cock wagging up and down as it jutted up proudly from his hairy groin. His brutal looking prick was every bit as large as Ted's, and it was thicker.
"On your knees, teach," Johnny told Ivy.
Fear sweeping through her naked body, Ivy moved slowly toward the cruel teenager. Her esthetic sense was outraged with this whole scene, yet currents of a sexual nature were filling her groin. She found herself looking at the bearded youth through eyes clouded with rising desire. His long hair, beard and mustache combined to give him a Biblical look. And his stiff prick looked almost like the staff of life itself. She saw him smile confidently as she went to her knees before him. Ivy felt almost as if she were going to worship the boy.
Eve was pleased with the way Ivy accepted Johnny's dominance. This way Ivy would avoid being hurt.
Kneeling at the bearded stud's feet, with his huge organ nearly poking her in one eye, Ivy inclined her head upward to look at the wryly smiling youth. He seemed so tall to her in this position. His body seemed massive and strong. He appeared to be made out of stone, like a statue.
His hand went to his groin and he took hold of his cock at its root. He drew the dripping head of his prick over Ivy's quivering bottom lip. He smeared his fluid over her lips. The sensuous movement of his member over her lip did strange things to Ivy's psyche-she experienced the impulse to suck on his dick, she wanted to taste his semen. She felt like a little girl, felt confused like her first time with Eve, yet she was powerless to stop any of this.
Johnny eased the bulbous head of his swollen prick between Ivy's slightly parted, slightly slick lips. Ivy allowed the thick meat to move into her mouth, found that she'd been secretly wanting this to happen. One part of her mind called her a whore, yet one part wanted more! Through Eve's tutelage, Ivy had learned to enjoy pleasing others with her mouth. And now she wanted to please Johnny.
She closed her eyes to better savor the taste and feel of the throbbing flesh tube in her slowly sucking mouth. As she sucked, she placed her hands palms down upon either of her thighs. She allowed the boy to slide his bone back and forth over her tongue.
While Ivy sucked on Johnny's hot rod, Gail and Fay stood on both sides of her. The two lovely, nimble-fingered teenagers were soon handling Ivy's dangling boobs. Ivy made no effort to halt the lesbianic assault upon her body. And soon Johnny was sliding his cock back and forth in Ivy's mouth as if it were a juicy cunt. With deliberate strokes, he fucked her mouth. Ivy felt his cock sliding liquidly over her tongue, caressing her cheeks, tickling the entrance to her throat. Her mouth was ovaled uncomfortably around his moving prick, yet his movements added to her own cuntal excitement. For some perverted reason she felt good about her position. Ivy was tired of giving orders and wanted to take them for a change.
The hot odor of the boy's crotch gave Ivy the feeling that she was an animal. She felt reduced in status and prestige.
Opening her eyes, Ivy admired the youngster's supple belly and thighs. His heavy crop of pubic hair tickled her nose each time he drove his cock into her mouth. She clasped his muscular thighs with her hands-holding on to him as though she didn't want him to stop screwing her mouth. Ivy was enjoying everyone on his manly thrusts. She found herself longing for him to discharge.
Meanwhile Fay and Gail had knelt down on either side of Ivy's body. Fay put her hand to Ivy's supercharged pussy while Gail began to suck one of Ivy's heaving tits.
Ivy felt her pussy give-down juice as the girl's fingers began their inquisitive caresses. She moved her chest forward to push more of her tit into Gail's mouth. Melting under Gail's manipulations, Ivy opened her mouth even more to Johnny's pistoning cock. "Ummnn," she heard herself groan like some spaced-out groupie. She felt Johnny's hand upon her head, he was patting her head as if she were a dog who had just fetched him his slippers.
Johnny liked blondes, but hated teachers. He gloated to himself for the way he was treating this gorgeous woman. He didn't see Ivy as a real person; she was a symbol. She symbolized subservience to him. Women were nothing to Johnny; he'd always degraded his women because he knew they wanted it that way.
Suddenly, Johnny's pelvis shot forward, driving his exploding prick to the back of Ivy's mouth. Ivy choked and coughed but managed to swallow his heavy globs of sperm. Ivy was becoming an addict where oral sex was concerned.
Being pent up with unreleased sexual tension, Ivy offered no protest when the girls stretched her out on the carpeted floor of the clubhouse. One girl drew Ivy's arms above her head while the other one scissored open her thighs. Ivy watched with rapt fascination as Fay ran her fingers through her downy snatch. Ivy wondered if the girl had ever thought that one day she would be feeling up her English teacher!
Ivy watched Gail kneel down and begin sucking at her voluptuous bosom. The girl sucked vigorously at Ivy's turgid nipple, making it throb with hot sexual excitement. Ivy closed her eyes to fully enjoy the girls' caresses. The thought that she might be a full-fl-edged lesbian no longer troubled her.
Ivy felt Fay's fingers parting the swollen lips of her cunt, then her fingers were slipping up into Ivy's body. The fingers probed and stroked the sloppy insides of Ivy's twat, causing Ivy to gasp out in uninhibited delight. Fay then leaned down her head, letting her black hair sweep over Ivy's twat, causing Ivy to gasp out in uninhibited delight. Fay then leaned down her head, letting her black hair sweep over Ivy's thighs, and kissed Ivy's relaxed tummy. Shivers of desire swept through Ivy's undulating body. She felt Fay's tonguetip digging at her navel. Ivy was afraid that the two girls might bump heads in their sensual exuberance. The girls looked at one another and kissed. As she watched the three females at work, Eve dropped her clothes and jammed two fingers up into her own leaking cunt.
The door to the room opened and two more boys entered the room. Seeing that the orgy had begun without them, Rob and Rodney shucked out of their clothes. Watching the three females going at it on the floor, they began pulling at their swelling cocks.
Johnny was recuperating off in one corner of the room. He smiled and parted his legs when Eve knelt down behind him and pushed her face between the cheeks of his ass.
Fay and Gail broke their deep kiss and began working upon Ivy's body again. Gail sucked at r Ivy's tits while Fay licked her tongue through Ivy's sloppy cunt. They soon had Ivy's pelvis moving incessantly, had her head tossing back and forth as her passion rose. Soon Ivy lost control of her bodily movements; she squirmed like a frightened snake, her hips lifted, she bit into the back of her hand, then felt globs of sperm pelting her body-Rob and Rodney had jerked off over her.
The filth of the moment consumed her. Ivy felt good about the whole thing. She even experienced her own orgasm.
Johnny Q. inched closer to Ivy's body, taking Eve with him. He too shot a load of cock juice over Ivy's body.
Ivy wallowed in the mind-boggling degradation. She found she enjoyed it. Being humiliated by those younger than herself seemed to satisfy a deep need in her emotional makeup.
Fay and Gail massaged the semen into Ivy's flesh; they even soaked her face with it. Throughout it all, Ivy smiled in contentment. This whole thing had become a fantastic learning experience for Ivy. She hoped that she would soon have her sister's degree of sexual sophistication.
Next, the girls helped Ivy to her feet, bent her over the desk near the door. They tied Ivy's wrists to either side of the desk, then tethered her ankles, as well. "Hey!" Ivy protested weakly. "Let me go," and she struggled halfheartedly against her bonds.
"Shut up, teach," Johnny Q. told her. "You're gonna really get a taste of cock."
"Don't hurt me," Ivy pleaded. She was afraid of being disfigured or being hurt internally. After all, they were only kids and didn't know what damage they could cause.
"Don't worry, hon," Eve crooned to Ivy, "this is just part of your education."
Gail took a plastic jar of Vaseline from one of the desk drawers and gave it to Johnny. Johnny dipped two fingers into the oily jelly and smeared the gooey cream throughout the crack of Ivy's ass.
"What're you going to do to me?" Ivy croaked.
"We're gonna fuck your teacher's ass," Johnny told the squirming woman.
"Oh, no, please don't," Ivy begged when she felt the round head of his cock pressing against her nervous asshole. "You're too big!" She called back to him, hoping to dissuade him.
Johnny pushed the head of his dick against her rubbery asshole, but she was too tight for him to enter easily. But this condition was to his liking, he would now have to force his attentions on her.
"Unngghh," Ivy grunted as the huge cock tried to enter her. He continued to prod, to push, to try and force himself into her rectum. "No, please," Ivy whimpered, but she knew no one was paying any attention to her.
Finally, his insistent thrusts were forcing her tight asshole to give; the massive head of his prick stretched apart her anus and he drove his organ all the way into her rectum. "AAAGGGHHH!" Ivy gasped as the fleshy baseball bat filled her jiggling bottom. He started to screw her immediately, not even giving her time to get used to the thick rod. Her asshole was stretched critically; she felt it would tear. Fiery pain consumed her backside. This was a strange new feeling to her, it was far more painful than having her cherry broken. It also seemed to deprive her of even a shred of her individualness. She felt battered and used, completely at his mercy. She tried to wriggle free but every movement of her ass only aided his efforts. Her fingers gripped the legs of the desk tightly. Ivy had never felt this helpless before. She had never suffered so much before. "Let me go," she cried as his cock slammed back and forth in her searing asshole. Her body flopped and banged against the heavy wooden desk. She felt him raking her back with his short fingernails. She hoped he wouldn't mar the skin of her back.
Pressure built up in her rectum as Johnny continued to fuck Ivy's ass. She felt full as if she had to use the toilet. She felt skewered, her rectum was full and hot. Ivy was amazed that he'd gotten all of his prick into her.
Johnny enjoyed the way the blonde teacher struggled throughout his assault on her ass; this was how he liked his women to behave. He enjoyed conquering a female, putting her in her place, making her into a groveling slut. He enjoyed causing women pain-hurting them made him feel powerful. He laughed to himself seeing this struggling schoolteacher on her belly over the desk, with her hands and feet tied-helpless-as he plowed her juicy asshole with his cock. Every cry of pain and discomfort pleased him. Each time she cried out, he plunged even harder into her ass.
"Ungghhhhh," Ivy squealed. Her tortured body danced and squirmed under his brutal onslaught. She tugged at her bonds, trying to break free, to get out from under him. But as she struggled, her body was aglow with the pressure of sexual excitement. She was on the verge of spending. Ivy was confused, her mind went in one direction while her body took another direction. Having her asshole screwed by this unsympathetic thug disgusted her, but he also had her aroused. She wondered if she was a slut, a pervert! She was convinced that she was when she heard herself beg, "Fuck me. Fuck my hot ass, Johnny."
Johnny laughed to himself. At seventeen, he knew a lot about the psychological makeup of women; knew how they really wanted to be treated, knew that they were all pigs-whores masquerading as respectable women. Johnny never had to work hard to get a woman, they were always there to do his bidding. He was spoiled.
Brashly, Johnny stabbed his cock all the way into Ivy's butt, making her yelp. Yet, Ivy helped him as he screwed her. She moved her behind for him. The desk shook with his efforts as his furry groin banged into the flesh of her ass. He grabbed at her, digging his fingers into her sides, his cock was all the way up her ass, his body lay heavily on top of hers. She felt his cock swell and throb several times, then felt him spray her rectum with hot cock-juice. She trembled but didn't come herself.
A few seconds after he had finished coming in her behind, Johnny eased his shrinking cock from her clenching asshole.
Another boy took Johnny Q's place behind Ivy. "Oh, no," she cried to herself when she felt the strange prick pushing into her already fucked behind. "It hurts, it burns," she shouted back at the new boy. He paid no attention to her, his cock slipped easily into her burning butt. Feeling her squishy asshole being plugged again, a feeling of excitement went through her body. Her body was betraying her-it wanted this to happen.
"Ride her, Bob," Johnny said.
Ivy could hear Bob's cock moving within her sloshy hole. She felt icky. Sperm oozed out of her stuffed asshole. It was not an esthetically pleasing fuck. She could smell stale semen, could smell herself-it sickened her, yet excited her. Ivy was confused. She was not reacting properly. She began responding feverishly to the new cock. But before she could bring on her own come, Bob flooded her backside with his cream.
Ivy was disappointed when the boy pulled out of her ass. She felt deserted, wanted her own pleasure. Ivy didn't have much time to feel sorry for herself because Rodney lifted up her head and forced his swollen prick into her mouth. She was forced to suck his prick for several minutes before he left her mouth and visited her ass. "AAAGGGHHH!" Ivy wailed as Rodney jammed his meat up her rear. Her asshole was becoming numb from all of the irritating back and forth movements-and she still hadn't gone off. Her asshole was sore. Fortunately, Rodney didn't take long to get his rocks off. Ivy felt as though she'd just been given a four-quart enema.
Sometime later, Ivy was untied and allowed to use the toilet at the clubhouse. Eve then informed Ivy that she had more lessons to learn. Ivy wondered what else they could teach her, she figured she'd been through it all by now. But when Eve led her back into the room, Ivy saw that the three boys were kneeling up on the desk with their naked asses pointed in her direction. What now? Ivy asked herself. She wished she could just faint and put an end to this madness.
"Kiss each asshole," Eve told Ivy.
Ivy was dumfounded, the girl couldn't possibly mean what she'd just said. "But-"she protested.
"Do it!" Eve said sternly.
"I can't," Ivy blurted at her sister. Why is she doing this to me? Ivy asked herself. "No!" Ivy said, looking Eve straight in the eyes. "Okay, Fay," Eve said.
Ivy turned and saw Fay advancing on her with an ugly black many-thonged whip in her hand. Fay was smiling sweetly as if she was going to enjoy her task. Ivy shivered, wondered if the girl would really use the whip. Confused, Ivy looked at the desk and then at Fay. She had to decide quickly. Fay brought her hand up and back, was about to strike Ivy across the back with the whip. "Okay!" shrieked Ivy. "I'll do it."
Ivy moved quickly to the desk and the three male asses. She headed for Johnny Q's ass first, although she didn't know who it was at the time. His behind looked smooth and girl-like. She could see his balls and limp prick hanging down between his thighs. The crack of his ass was loaded with coarse brown hair. With her hands, Ivy parted his cheeks so she could get at his anus. She turned her head sideways to look at Eve, wanting the girl to tell her that she didn't have to go through with the act.
"Kiss it," Eve ordered Ivy.
Disgusted with her inability to resist, Ivy pursed her lips and kissed the puckered hole.
"Oooooohhh," Johnny crooned and wriggled his behind against Ivy's mouth.
Knowing that it was Johnny that she had kissed made Ivy feel sick to her stomach. This was a terrible thing that she was doing; she'd never be able to live this down.
"Teach, you're a naughty woman," Johnny said.
Johnny's remarks made Ivy feel worse. She felt like a slut. Why am I doing this? she asked herself. But she knew that if she didn't do it, Fay would have used the whip. Even though she thought of herself as one of the lowest creatures on earth, she kissed the boy's asshole again.
"Ream him," Eve told Ivy.
Remembering the way Eve had tongued her asshole only a week or two ago, Ivy let the tip of her tongue play over the crinkled surface of Johnny's asshole. The boy shook his rear at Ivy.
"Inside!" he shouted back to Ivy.
Ivy hesitated, took her nose from his odorous crack to stare at Eve. Fay was heading for Ivy with the whip still in her hand.
"Make her stick her tongue inside," Johnny called out.
Seeing the ugly smile on Fay's face, noting how determined she seemed to be, Ivy poked her face back between the cheeks of the boy's ass. And even though she dipped the tip of her tongue between the boy's anal muscle, Fay struck Ivy with the whip. The blow wasn't meant to hurt, only to motivate Ivy. And Ivy was spurred on by the whip, her tongue was all the way into the boy's rear, her nose was jammed into the hairy flesh of his crack. She speared his asshole several times with her tongue.
Eve slipped her head under Johnny's body so she could take his rising cock into her mouth. The two females soon had the brash teenager at their mercy, he couldn't resist their mouthings-no potent male could. Johnny was soon fucking Eve's cooperative mouth, insistently digging his stiff cock back and forth in the wetness of her mouth.
"Right on, Miss Crane," Fay cheered, wishing that the educated tongue was buried deep in her own ass.
Ivy thought of herself as a freak in a sideshow. She was on display, was the center of erotic attention. She was the spark plug which ignited this whole group. This made her feel ambivalent. Her exhibitionistic tendencies were being satisfied but in the process her self respect was suffering The whole thing was disgustingly wrong, yet she was enjoying it! She understood that the others thought of her as a pig, they had toppled over her pedestal to prove that she was just a sex starved woman. Her mind was being pulled in two directions at the same time. For the first time in her life she was really knowing sexual pleasure, but in doing so she was selling her soul.
Seized by the need to please, Ivy parted the boy's ass cheeks even further and dug her tongue all the way up his butt. She began to fuck his asshole with her tongue. His stifled groans told her he loved it. She then withdrew from his hole and washed her tongue through his ass crack. She licked at his compact balls and he thrust forward, jamming his cock deeper into Eve's mouth. Ivy heard her sister gag, felt the boy's body tense, then heard the liquid sounds of his cock moving through a sea of his freshly ejaculated sperm. She heard Eve gulping down Johnny's sperm. For a brief moment she wanted it to be herself who was receiving his semen in her mouth.
Fay pulled Ivy's head back and moved her on to Bob, the next ass in line. Without hesitation this time, Ivy put her tongue to work at the new asshole. This time Eve took hold of Bob's rod so she could jerk him off as Ivy tongued his ass. When the quivering boy finally shot his load into Eve's fist, she forced Ivy to lick the sperm from the palm of her hand.
Ivy then licked Rodney's ass until he was ready to shoot, then she was forced to allow him to come in her mouth. She drank his semen gratefully.
Next, the girls wanted to be serviced by Ivy. As luck would have it, Fay was to be first. Fay chose to have Ivy suck out her ass. The gorgeous teenager climbed onto the desk, stuck her ass up, and waited for Ivy's tongue.
Forgetting that it was Fay who had plied her with the whip, Ivy took her place behind the taut adolescent rump. Parting the warm globes of flesh, Ivy examined the pink portal to the girl's bowels. Her fascination with female flesh gripped her and Ivy lowered her face into the acrid smelling crack of Fay's ass. She pressed her lips to the puckered muscle ring, then licked the tip of her tongue around the slit in the middle of the girl's asshole.
Carried away with her role of toilet slave, Ivy caressed the girl's smooth flanks with her hands. The girl tasted fresher than the boys had. It was a delight to service Fay, Ivy thought. I must be queer, Ivy told herself.
"Delicious," Fay swooned.
Ivy no longer cared that these kids didn't respect her at all, didn't give a damn that she was a teacher; to them she was a fuckable cunt. Ivy decided that she had been born to fuck and suck. She had just waited too long to find this out about herself.
When Fay felt that the school teacher had licked her ass sufficiently, she scrambled onto her back and had Ivy eat her pussy until she came.
After having licked the three boys and then serviced Fay, Ivy was completely frustrated. She had brought the four kids to orgasm, but had neglected her own body's demands. But as if Eve could read her sister's mind, she came to the rescue. Eve chased Fay off the desk and helped Ivy up onto it, then Eve attacked Ivy's overcharged cunt. Gail soon joined Eve in orally assaulting Ivy's supine body.
Ivy felt a round object prodding at her lips, and when she opened her passion-soaked eyes she saw Rodney trying to push his stiff cock into her mouth. Like a starving infant being offered a bottle, she swiftly parted her lips so he could slip he hot prick into her mouth. When the boy's cock finally shot his sperm into her mouth, Ivy found herself thinking of what was going to happen when she returned to her classroom and they all adopted their social roles once again. Feverishly, she swallowed down Rodney's delicious cock juices as if she were trying to quench a long-standing thirst. Ivy drank and came and drank and came for the next two hours.
CHAPTER FOUR
Back in class on Monday morning, the weekend seemed like a surrealistic dream to Ivy. She knew it had happened, yet couldn't explain to herself why she had allowed it to happen. It was difficult for her to concentrate on her teaching responsibilities because she found herself gazing surreptitiously at her students. She scrutinized the girls as well as the boys. Her curious nature was trying to catch a glimpse of thighs or panties with the girls, while she found herself looking for bulges in the boys' pants. She was mentally trying to guess which boy had the largest cock. Throughout these surreptitious activities she felt her breasts swelling within the confines of her already tight brassiere. She could also feel her cunt leaking and moistening the crotch of her panties. I must be sick, she told herself. How can this be happening to me? and she could no longer go back to being the prim and proper school teacher that she had once been. She was a new person now. She had new desires, a new potential, she was a new woman. She experienced the urge to fuck her whole class of thirty students!
"Is everything all right, Miss Crane?" A male voice broke into Ivy's reverie.
Ivy turned her head to face the door to her classroom. Mister Daniels, the principal, had his head and upper torso peeking through the door. "Oh, yes, sure," Ivy said to the older man. She knew that Daniels had a yen for her, he was always asking her out. Once, in his car, as the both of them were sitting quietlv and discussing the future of education in America, he pulled his dick out of his pants. He wanted Ivy to jerk him off, but Ivy began crying and begging him to take her home. But before he drove her home, he made her watch him jerk off. Right there in the front seat of his car, Ivy was forced to watch the old geezer drop his load. For days after the incident she couldn't look him in the eyes. He had tried and tried then to earn her forgiveness.
"I'd like to see you in my office on your lunch break, Miss Crane."
"Uh, yes, of course, sir," Ivy said to him.
"Good, I'll see you then," Mister Daniels said as he stepped back and disappeared down the hall.
Ivy noticed that Fay was looking at her with one of her sardonic smiles filling her pretty face. The girl's manner caused Ivy to squirm in her seat.
Several times during the lesson Ivy caught Fay with her hand under her skirt. Sometimes she even deliberately raised her skirt and scooted forward on her seat to show Ivy that she wasn't wearing panties. Much to her chagrin, Ivy found herself staring at the brown muff hungrily. She experienced the urge to placate herself before the girl and wash her tonuge over the furry furrow. She wanted to do it now, with the whole class watching her strive to give the girl pleasure. Fay continued her antics right up till the end of the period and the beginning of Ivy's lunch break.
Fay was the last of Ivy's students to get up. Ivy stood up and moved half-way to the door. She felt Fay's palm pat her fanny lightly. "See you later, teach," the girl chuckled and left the room.
It is starting, Ivy told herself. She knew that soon she would lose all of Fay's respect. The tables had been turned-she was now the student, and the kids were her teachers. There was no way back. The same thing had happened with Eve-she was now Ivy's master. Ivy didn't want to lose face in her classroom, but she still wanted to be screwed by the boys and girls. She knew that sooner or later only one of these desires would become paramount in her existence. There was no hope for mutual co-existence.
Ivy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach when she entered Mister Daniel's elegantly furnished office. Not even looking up at her from his huge oak desk, he told her to sit down. Ivy always felt insignificant in the presence of her social superiors ... she didn't know why.
"I want to talk about us," the graying man said.
Ivy met his gaze for the first time in weeks. His brown eyes were soft, seemed sincere. She saw the man not as a principal but as a male. His thick eye-brows rose up as he spoke, his square eyes focused upon her face, and his thick nostrils flared as he breathed. His stiff lips pressed tightly together when he closed them, he seemed to be always biting down on something. He didn't seem so frightening now as he had been in his car. His age was the only thing that made Ivy wary. There was something about older men which scared Ivy; they were too experienced to suit her.
"Well?" he asked.
"Well, what about us, Mister Daniels?" Ivy asked in a formal tone of voice.
"I'm really sorry about that night," he explained.
For all of his apologies, Ivy didn't trust him. She thought she saw him smiling insincerely. "I behaved rudely."
She agreed with him, but told him all the apologies in the world couldn't help their relationship because she told him that she didn't like him. "Can I go now?"
His eyes blazing, the man jumped up from his seat and grabbed at her, drawing her into a suffocating embrace and planting a crushing kiss upon her lightly painted lips. When he wouldn't free her, Ivy crashed her knee up into his groin, crushing his balls between her knee and his crotch. He loosened his hold on her and yelped, "AAAGGGHHH!"
"We women have come a long way, baby, we can play rough, too."
Holding his hands to his smarting groin, he croaked at her, "I'll get even, bitch."
CHAPTER FIVE
Without thinking, Ivy pushed open the bathroom door. She was startled to find her father standing at the toilet taking a piss. "Daddy, I'm sorry," she said, beginning to back out of the door.
"Wait, honey," he said as he continued his piss.
Ivy watched the yellow stream flowing from the tip of his penis with great interest. When he had shaken off the last drops of urine, he turned toward Ivy, leaving his prick hanging out of his fly.
"I've been wanting to talk to you, Ivy," he said, then told her to shut the door.
Blushing with shame, Ivy said, "Shouldn't you put that thing back in your pants first?"
"I'll let you decide that because it's what I want to talk to you about."
Ivy noticed that his normally smooth forehead was full of wrinkles as if he were lost in deep thought. His dark eyes seemed to be looking through her clothes. He gave her the impression that he knew something that she didn't think he knew.
"Why haven't you gotten married?" he wanted to know. "Don't you like men?"
As a child, Ivy had never lied to her father; she neither feared him nor hated him. "The truth is some men scare me."
"Does Mister Daniels scare you?"
"He's a jerk, daddy. He wanted me to, ah, you know, suck his ... thing."
"I can't blame him for desiring that: I like a blow-job now and then, too."
"Daddy!" Ivy exclaimed, shocked by his brash talk. With his penis out and the way he was talking, Ivy got the feeling that he was trying to seduce her. She asked him if he was trying to seduce her.
"Well, with your mother gone it sounds like a good idea," he said.
"Daddy, you can't mean that." But when she looked down at his penis, it had grown stiff, it was pointing straight at her navel. Ivy felt her body grow warm, felt her face flush. "Daddy, t-t-this isn't right."
"Right!" he laughed. "What does a teacher know about right or wrong. I know all about your antics with your sister; I've been screwing her myself for years."
"What?" This whole thing resembled a dream-fathers didn't go around screwing their daughters. In disbelief, Ivy asked, "You know about Eve and me?"
"Of course, Eve and I have no secrets from one another."
"But-"
"Eve told me about Johnny Q. and the club, too."
Ivy was mortified. What is she trying to do to my reputation? she asked herself. If Eve keeps blabbing off her mouth I won't be able to hold my head up anywhere. Yet why should she feel so bad, she thought. Her father had confessed to incest, too.
In the next instant, her father was beginning to take off his clothes. Ivy found her gaze flicking over the body of this man who was her father. He was a big man, much taller than herself. He was young looking for having a daughter twenty-four years old.
Casually, he said, "Get undressed, Ivy."
Like a well-trained daughter, her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. She wondered for a moment if she possessed a suppressed Electra-complex which forced her to submit so easily to her father's desires. In similar situations she had held off many an excited male. But at this moment she was putty in her father's hands. She found herself noticing how ripe and sexy looking her father was. His upper body was well-developed with heavy looking shoulders and impressive pectorals covering his chest. Mommy has to be very proud of him. Ivy told herself. His arms were large and thick, quite rugged looking. Coarse dark hairs grew in a tangle in the middle of his chest.
When the fifty-year-old man took down his trousers, Ivy saw his strong thighs and trim legs. When he turned to place his pants on the hamper she got a glimpse of his compact backside. The only negative feature on the man's body was his slight paunch.
Ivy was down to only her panties when her father turned to face her. He stood akimbo and examined her breasts. She saw him smile, then move toward her. With the guilt slowly leaving her mind, her gaze flicked down to his cock. She guessed that his organ was at least eight inches long. The purple-pink glans seemed to be begging her to kiss it.
The man's pubic bush grew thickly up to surround his navel. Ivy wanted to run her fingers through the coarse fur. She found herself wondering about her father's sexual personality. She didn't think he'd be like Johnny Q. She wondered what he wanted her to do? Would he want a blow-job? Would he want to screw her ass? Would he demand a straight fuck? She was no longer fearful, had no more desire to leave him or the bathroom.
She smiled as his hands went to her waist? his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. As he tugged down her wispy garment, he went to his knees. Ivy stepped out of the panties while he kissed her navel. "Oh, daddy," Ivy crooned. He moved back to get a good look at her muff, then his head moved forward and the tip of his tongue touched the apex of her cunt."Ohhh, daddy," she cooed.
Ivy parted her thighs, put her hands upon his head as his tongue moved up and down through her cuntal slit. "Oh, daddy," she mewled as his tongue swirled around the entrance to her hole. She could feel the beads of cunt cream forming upon the walls of her vagina and oozing down her flesh-tube and out into his mouth. She didn't give a damn what his sexual inclinations were, she was ready for anything.
Abruptly, the contact between tongue and cunt ended. Her father stood up, put his hands upon Ivy's shoulders, and began forcing her to her knees. His stiff prick slapped her cheek gently as she went to her knees before him. She stared up at him. A lustful desire for her glowed in his face. She allowed him to position her head so his giant cock could push easily between her quivering lips. His dick was hot-telling her of his excitement. She ovaled her mouth for him as his prick moved easily over her tongue and cheeks.
Fellatio was really getting to Ivy. Sucking cock caused her mouth to water and made her cunt tingle. She was hooked on the sensations and on the tast of cock. Sucking dick was becoming very easy for her to do. As she began to suck at her father's firm prick, he began to ease it out of her mouth and then push it back in. She tried to take in his whole member, but it was too large for her compact mouth.
Ivy loved the feeling of having her mouth stuffed with cock, of being used as a sperm receptacle. It became easy for her to begin touching his body in an intimate fashion. She let her fingers play softly over both of his ass cheeks. In time she cupped both cheeks as his cock-head sought the back of her mouth. She parted his ass cheeks and let her fingers stray over his hot asshole. The incident with the boys at the clubhouse had made Ivy aware of the erotic significance of the male and female asshole. She pressed a fingertip against his crinkled crater, inching it slowly up inside his slick anal sheath.
"Unnnhhhh," she heard her father groan when she started to fuck her finger back and forth in his tight asshole. Each time her finger pushed into his slick behind, his pelvis jerked forward and she received a mouthful of straining cock. She didn't care because she was as hot as he was.
Ivy wondered if he was watching her sucking his prick. She hoped he was feasting his eyes upon her, hoped that he was aware of how talented she was with her mouth. She hoped she was pleasing him because she was giving him one of her best blow-jobs. She hoped he didn't confuse her with Eve; she wanted to stand out in her father's mind. She wanted him to feel that she was sexy, wanted him to know how lucky he was. She hoped he was aware of the fact that now he had three pieces of ass in the family. He would now be able to have a cunt anytime he wanted it. For a brief moment Ivy thought about her mother, wondered what she would do if she found out about these incestuous encounters. What if mom knows about him and Eve? Ivy asked herself.
Ivy had her arms wrapped around his strong thighs, had her finger up his asshole, while he was jamming his cock into the back of her mouth. Ivy could smell his hot sweat emanating from his groin; she could smell the erotic dankness of his rear. It all merged into a heady perfume of lust-the scent of evil.
Ivy's ears no longer interpreted the sounds around her. All sensations merged into a giant pool of feeling, she felt full and was afraid she'd burst. Then he drove his cock harshly into her mouth and shot torrent after torrent of hot come throughout her mouth. The feel of him shooting off in her mouth was enough to bring on Ivy's own orgasm. She nearly fainted with happiness.
When his prick stopped jerking within her mouth, she felt herself being lifted up into her father's strong arms; he was carrying her into his bedroom. He deposited her listless body upon the bed and rolled her over onto her tummy. She turned her head sideways so she could see what he was doing. He had taken a small jar of Vaseline from one of the nightstands. She let him part her thighs and then she felt him smearing some of the cream upon her delicate asshole. He's an ass man, she said to herself.
When he had greased her up properly, he pulled her into a modified kneeling position. She felt the mattress sink under his weight as he climbed up behind her up-turned ass. He spanked her fanny lightly before he positioned himself properly.
"Ouch!" Ivy yelped back at him. "Are you going to spank me, you big brute?"
"No, I'm not going to spank your naughty ass, I've something else in mind."
Ivy knew what he had in mind, and she waited expectantly for his cock-head to touch her asshole. "Oooooohhhh," she whined when the thick head of his newly erected prick pushed against her lubricated hole. "Ummnn," she whimpered when the head eased open her tight crater and almost entered her ass. And as the thick cock stretched her anus even further, she groaned out her increasing discomfort. Her fingers dug into the bedspread, her face took on a tortured expression. She tried to relax to help him, but the paid took her mind off her resolve and forced her to cry out. It felt as though he were tearing her asshole apart; it burned it hurt, then it stretched and allowed him to push into the hot depths of her ass.
He held his cock in her until she had gotten used to the fullness in her bowels. Ivy felt loaded as if she hadn't moved her bowels today.
When he began drawing back on his cock it felt as though he was turning her rectum inside out. She felt as though she had to shit. She hoped that he was finding this act as pleasant as she was finding it unpleasant.
She felt him reach around her body with his hands until he got his fingers on her cunt. He worked two of his fingers up into her leaking pussy.
"Do you like it?" he asked between thrusts into her behind.
"Uh, yes, daddy, yes," Ivy lied. Yet soon she knew she would be liking it, would be loving it. It was just that anal sex took some time getting used to.
"That's good," he puffed. Mister Crane liked satisfying his women. For years he had developed techniques to please women, he considered himself an expert at the art of sexual arousal. Sodomy was the only technique which wouldn't satisfy all of his women. In fact, very few of his partners enjoyed getting it up the ass. Most of the women he knew endured the act to please him. His other daughter, Eve, however, was unique-she liked every form of sex. He hoped Ivy would take after her sister.
Ivy felt as if she were in a stag movie. She was kneeling on her mother's bed with her head cradled on her arms. Her thighs were parted and her ass was rotating indecently as he jabbed into her asshole with his rampant prick. He was digging at her hole with his dick, he was pounding against her jiggling buttocks with his belly and groin. Ivy could actually hear his cock moving liquidly in her backside. He was beginning to curse at her as Ivy began squealing with pent-up passion.
"You're a bitch," he ranted. "Move your filthy ass. Beg for it, slut. My daughter, the whore. You're a pig, Ivy."
He feels guilty, she told herself. He's blaming me for being a temptress .
As he pounded into her she wailed at him, "AAAGGGHHH!" she jiggled her ass as his fingers clawed at her pussy, as his throbbing tool stabbed back and forth in her hot asshole. She was reaching her peak, was going over the top. And just as his flopping prick spurted a hot load of come in her ass, she, too, went off, her cunt sucking at his finger while her ass-hole clipped his surging cock.
A few minutes later, when he had eased his shrinking cock out of her sucking asshole, he told her to clean it off with her tongue. Disregarding the fact that his cock was loaded with her own intestinal bacteria, she tongued him clean. She continued to suck on his prick until it filled with blood once more and she was able to drink a load of his sperm. Ivy couldn't wait to tell Eve what had happened. She wished her mother would never come back from her trip to upstate New York.
CHAPTER SIX
During the next week Ivy was unable to control her passion for young boys-she screwed Jimmy, their newspaper boy. The boy had come to collect and she had answered the door wrapped in a bath towel. One thing led to another and she had his cock out of his pants to give him a blow-job. She then had him eat her cunt and fuck her in the ass. And after it was over she didn't feel guilty, only satisfied. But she knew that too much of this sort of thing could get her in trouble, so she was glad when her mother returned home.
Her father kept bugging Ivy to get her mother in on their incestuous affair. He said that he and Eve had a plan to get his wife into a compromising position so she could be drawn into their encounters without too much guilt. Ivy was told the plan.
That night in their bedroom, John and Amy Crane were preparing for bed. Ivy and Eve were stationed just outside the bedroom door. The plan was for them to walk in on their parents while they were in the middle of a fuck. Both girls were excited.
John Crane moved near to his lovely wife who was seated at her vanity, brushing out her long blonde tresses. Amy was naked and he could see her nakedness reflected in the mirror. For the first time in his life he marveled at how much Amy and Ivy looked alike. It was uncanny-as if they were twins. Even Amy's age didn't detract from the likeness. In fact, they even fucked the same, he mused.
Holding his erected prick in his fingers, he pointed it at his wife. "Your first night back and look what you're doing to me," he told her.
Speaking to his reflection in the mirror, Amy said, "You're a dirty old man, John."
"What do you plan to do about it?" he asked.
"Hmmm," she mumbled, drawing the bristles of the brush through her hair. "Perhaps I'll suck it, maybe fuck it. Or perhaps I'll cut the damn thing off," she threatened.
"Hey, the first two are great, but the third one scares me," he laughed.
Still playing her little game, Amy said, "Since it is 'be kind to your husband week', I'll suck the beast for you."
"Great!" John said.
"We dutiful wives have to play the slave sometimes," she chuckled, placing her brush down and turning to face the naked man.
"Well, slave, come and suck my whang."
"Oh good, I just adore Chinese food," she said, getting up and moving into his embrace. They kissed passionately. Amy gripped his stiff prick in her fist.
Outside the bedroom door, Ivy asked, "Now?"
"Not yet," Eve whispered to Ivy. "Let's wait until they're really into it."
John Crane placed his hands upon his wife's smooth shoulders, broke their kiss, and began forcing her to her knees. "A dutiful wife should always adopt the proper role," he breathed down at Amy. In his mind, Amy had become Ivy, then they became one-superimposed upon one another-then the woman at his feet was his wife once more. His response to his wife was intense, as if he were going to have them both suck on his cock.
"He is lovely," Amy said as she fondled his fully erect prick. "I haven't seen him in a week; I've missed him." She rolled his prick between her palms, closed her eyes and kissed the head of his dick.
"She's not bad," Eve whispered to Ivy. "Yeah," Ivy agreed.
Back inside the bedroom, Amy was now running her pink tongue back and forth over the length of her husband's cock. When she came back to the head of his organ she let her lips slip around the thick head of his surging prick. "Hmmm, good," Amy moaned around the thick flesh-pole which was rapidly filling her mouth.
John tilted his head upward and closed his eyes to allow himself time to enjoy the wet sensuous lips of his wife's mouth. She made his prick tingle, made him want to empty his juice into her immediately. He nearly came when her mouth began moving liquidly back and forth over him. He wanted to linger, but his throbbing cock demanded release.
Her warm and silky mouth tantalized his cock, causing him to tremble with his building need.
Amy liked the way his thick meat pulsed against her cheeks and tongue; she enjoyed giving head to her husband. She could never understand why some women found oral sex repulsive. For her, sucking was the easiest way to arouse John. She had seen some X-rated movies where gorgeous women had to spend loads of time sucking a man up. And Amy was turned on by the idea of having a cock grow hard and stiff in her mouth. She thrived on the way the cock threatened to explode at any moment. She thrilled to the thought that she would get a mouthful of viscous come.
Even after twenty-six years of marriage and thousands of fucks, Amy still enjoyed sex with her husband. She still could not get enough of his prick.
John was beginning to fuck Amy's mouth. He was finding the entrance to her throat with the hot head of his cock. Amy had always enjoyed this trace of sadism in John. She wasn't interested in cruelty, but this little fillip was part of their lives. This small taste of violence told her that John was her master. They weren't into ritualistic whipping or anything like that, but Amy knew her place in relationship to John. She liked it this way.
Amy let her hands roam up her husband's strong thighs; she let her fingers knead his taut ass cheeks while he sought entrance to her throat with the head of his vibrating prick. Her fingers found the hot cleft of his ass and probed through the hairy furrow. She knew he liked to have his ass touched, had learned it early in her marriage and had always catered to his need..
Like a well-oiled enema nozzle, her index finger slipped up into his hot asshole.
"Unnhhhhh," he moaned.
She felt his cock surge and swell when her finger had entered his behind. And as she fucked her finger up and down in his juicy backside, he fucked her mouth with his jerking cock. They both humped and pumped. Throaty moans and groans echoed off the bedroom walls. Uninhibited, animalistic behavior prevailed. The straining couple was lost to the world, they were lost in themselves, in their feelings, in their private fantasies.
The two females stationed outside the bedroom door heard their mother squeal, saw her cheeks puff out, and watched milky semen flow from the corners of her lips and down her chin. They watched their frantic mother gobble down their father's tasty sperm. Just then they decided to enter the room. They both stood naked in the doorway, gawking lewdly at their prostrate mother.
Amy's eyes opened wide when she saw her daughters standing across the room. She quickly spat out her husband's shrinking cock. Flushing with total embarrassment, she got to her feet. I must appear to them like a tramp, she told herself.
Amy watched the two females sit down on the edge of her bed. "Hi," the girls said in unison.
Amy got the impression that nothing out of the ordinary had taken place.
"Mom, you were great," Eve said. "You're a hell of a lot better than Linda Lovelace."
Amy was too shocked to say anything to them. She couldn't understand their nonchalance. They just caught me on my knees sucking off their father and swallowing his come. Why are they taking it so lightly? she said to herself.
As if they could read her thoughts, the girls told her not to be ashamed. Amy cursed herself for being careless. In the past she'd always been careful to screen her sexual activities from her children, but now they were in the middle of them.
"Darling, this was a set up," John told his perplexed wife.
Amy eyed the man in disbelief. "What?" she croaked.
"He's telling the truth, mom," Ivy chimed in.
Amy faced her eldest daughter, wondered what they were talking about.
John explained to Amy about his relationship with both of his daughters.
Amy was flabbergasted, knew he had to be joking. "Are you all crazy? You could go to jail."
Who's going to press charges? he asked, while smiling devilishly.
"We want you to join us," Eve told her mother.
"You're all nuts," Amy told them.
"Don't get uptight, mother, it's only sex," Eve said.
Only sex, Amy thought, what else is there? She wondered how the girl had come to think so little of sex, yet had committed incest. Why? she asked herself. I'm not uptight, it's just that I can't believe this whole thing. Mothers and fathers just don't go jumping into bed with their daughters just because the daughters want them to.
"Time for action," Eve said.
When Eve and Ivy stood up, Amy found her gaze moving from crotch to crotch. She found herself mentally comparing both pussies. Seeing Ivy's patch was like seeing her own. Both girls were sexually attractive, Amy had to admit.
"Model for us, mother," Eve said.
Blushing profusely, Amy crossed her bosom with one arm and covered her cunt with the other hand.
"Stop acting like a child, honey," John told his wife. "Let the girls see you."
As her mother warmed to the task and showed them her body, Ivy, too, became uncomfortably aware of the uncanny resemblance between herself and her mother. She also identified with her mother's reluctance. Ivy pushed Eve toward the modeling woman. "Kiss her," she said.
"Oh, mommy," Eve blurted and embraced the startled woman.
At first Amy tried to pull free of the teenager's kiss but the girl's arms formed a tight cage around her torso. Eve's grip grew stronger as Amy tried to struggle free. Amy found herself giving in to the kiss. She had kissed Eve a thousand times before this, yet never like this. And much to her dismay her unsatisfied body was responding sexually to the wanton kiss. She felt her nipples stiffen and push into Eve's chest; she even felt her leaking cunt juice beginning to trickle down her thigh. Amy was startled and confused by her reactions to her daughter's embrace.
Eve's naughty hand dipped between their bodies and found her mother's excited pussy.
Oh no! Amy said to herself. My own daughter is fingering my twat.
Ivy joined the twosome and began kissing the nape of her mother's neck. She kissed down the quivering woman's back, licking at the nicely rounded shoulder blades, kissing and licking the smooth skin of her mother's back, wanting to show her mother how good she was at loving another woman.
Eve broke the kiss and gobbled one of her mother's large puffy tits into her mouth. She sucked at the tit as if she expected milk to flow from it.
In resignation, Amy tossed her head backward and abandoned her body to the sweet caresses. Her body was in a sexual turmoil. "Mmmmm," she moaned as the mouth sucked at her tit, as the fingers tickled her twat, and as Ivy's mouth kissed her back.
Amy felt disappointed when Eve's mouth left her tit and began kissing down the front of her body. The girl's tongue dipped into Amy's navel, played for a few seconds and moved on. At the same time Amy felt Ivy's mouth kissing down her spine.
Next, Amy's groaning mouth was being kissed by her husband. She was now being assaulted by all three of them. Amy felt like a queen, had never known such sensuous delight before. And when she felt Ivy's tongue licking through the cleft of her ass, she nearly fainted; she was glad she had just bathed a little while ago. When Ivy's fresh tongue licked over her asshole, Amy lost her composure altogether. Her body jerked back with lust, she gasped into her husband's mouth. She felt weak, her knees buckled and she nearly fell to the floor. But her three attackers picked her up and laid her on the bed.
"Oh my God!" Amy wailed. The whole thing was too sexy to end. She needed more.
The two girls posed their mother in a semi-kneeling position because they knew their father wanted the woman's tail hole.
Regaining her senses once again, Amy became aware of what John had in mind. "No, honey, please."
Ignoring his wife's plea, John climbed up on the bed and knelt behind his wife's ample backside. He had Ivy give him a slow hand-job until his cock grew erect, then he had Ivy guide his prick between the cheeks of his wife's ass until the tip came to a halt against her hot hole. Without any lubrication, except the saliva which remained after Ivy's brief tonguing, he began trying to enter Amy's behind.
Prone, helpless, Amy waited to be impaled on her husband's spear-like cock. She groaned and grunted as he lunged against her several times, but her hole was too tight, she was too nervous.
With child-like interest, Ivy watched her father's pole stab at her mother's hole. She watched the swollen head push into her mother's asshole and then be ejected. Ivy caressed her mother's body to help the frightened woman to relax. Then she saw the cock enter her mother's bottom, heard her mother let out a heavy grunt, and watched the long prick begin to slide liquidly into the up-turned behind.
"Uhhnn, honey ... I feel so full," Amy groaned back at her husband.
Ivy understood what her mother was feeling. She, too, had felt the same fullness in her ass when her father had buggered her bottom. It was a great turn-on to be in the prone position, being at the mercy of her lover. Being at the man's disposal sparked Ivy's erotic fires. Right now Ivy envied her mother. She contented herself with her mother's full tits. Seeing her mother's tits convinced Ivy that she would still have a great set of tits when she got to be her mother's age.
Ivy watched her mother begin to work with her husband instead of against him. She watched the way her father buffeted her mother's ass with his belly and crotch. She heard her mother cry and moan, watched her writhe and undulate her ass against the man's body. She now knew that this incestuous group had a new convert. Ivy felt her mother's body shudder through a deep and intense orgasm.
Without allowing the woman time to rest, Ivy and Eve attacked their satiated mother. Ivy moved to her mother's pussy and abandoned the woman's tits to Eve. The two girls brought their mother to the summit of her arousal once again. This time, as their mother was coming, their father shoved his newly erected cock in her mouth and fucked the woman's orifice until he flooded it with his sperm. The three of them then sat on the bed and watched the woman gulp down her meal.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Ivy was again called down to the principal's office. Mister Daniels told Ivy that he was hurt by her unusual behavior, but she didn't know what the hell he was talking about. "I'll get right to the point," he said.
"Please do."
He then went on to tell Ivy that he knew of her sexual escapade with the newspaper boy Jimmy. Ivy was terrified.
"I had gone to your house that night to apologize again to you and I happened to peek through your window. You really should be more careful, Miss Crane."
She noticed that he was beginning to blush all the way up his bald head. "W-Why are you telling me all this?" Ivy asked him.
"I thought we could come to some arrangement. Go lock the door, Ivy."
His eyes Seemed to be burning with the passion of a conqueror. She knew what he wanted. She grew frightened. "Here, now?" she questioned.
"A desk is as good as a kitchen table," he laughed.
He really saw it! she said to herself. She had let Jimmy bang her on the kitchen table. Knowing that if she didn't obey him it could mean her job, she got up slowly from her chair and moved dejectedly to the door. She felt like a fish on a hook, she was helpless to protest.
Once she had locked the door and was returning to her seat, he ordered her to undress. "B-But what if someone comes to the door?"
"They're all out to lunch, no need to worry your pretty little head about such things now, you should have worried the day you gave in to the newspaper boy," he laughed.
Ivy's trembling fingers began clumsily to unbutton her blouse. She saw his eyelids open wide when he saw her bra-encased tits. She hated being manipulated like this, especially by this son-of-a-bitch. She had enjoyed being coerced into indulging in sex with Eve, her father, even Johnny Q. to an extent. But this was different because she actually hated this man.
"You have impeccable taste in your choice of undies, my dear."
"Gee, thanks," she said with disgust in her voice.
She unhooked the snaps of her garterbelt from the tops of her stockings, then unhitched the waistband and draped the garment over the chair which held her blouse and skirt. She bent her right leg at the knee and placed her foot upon the chair so she could roll down her stocking.
"No! Keep them on," he told her. "Just take off your panties and let me see your hair-pie."
Ivy hooked her fingers under the top of her frilly panties and shucked them down her legs. She was amazed that she wasn't more nervous, more inhibited.
Mister Daniels put his fingers to his chin and studied Ivy's nearly naked body. He had never seen smoother flesh on a woman. Ivy was a real turn-on, unlike his wife. Ivy's tits were round and firm like two melons of flesh. He wanted to bury his face between the two globes, wanted to taste their freshness, their youth. "Lie on the desk."
As if she were his own private robot, Ivy positioned herself on the huge oak desk. She lay down and drew up her knees in a self-protective reflexive action. She heard the clink of his belt buckle being loosened, heard the rustle of his pants falling down his legs. Next, she felt his clammy hands gripping her stockinged thighs-he was parting them.
Mister Daniels had always felt that cunt lapping was a filthy act, but his wife forced him to do it to her, everything he read okayed the act, still he hesitated when he saw Ivy's richly downed cunt.
He drew two fingers through the groove made by her two pussy lips. He parted the two outer lips so he could obtain a view of the fresh pinkness of the inside of her twat. He lowered his head down near her vulva, breathing in the sensual warmth of her groin. He noted that she wasn't wet. He pushed his index finger into the pinkness of her cunt.
"Owhhh," Ivy groaned up at him.
As his finger probed the inside of Ivy's twat, his thumb rolled about her clit. She hated herself because she was beginning to respond to his manipulations. At first she'd just wanted to get the whole thing over with, but now she was beginning to enjoy the experience for its own sake. Ever since her initiation into the world of sexuality by Eve, it seemed that a mere touch-by anyone-could set her off.
She felt him remove his finger from her hole and then he washed his tongue through her slit. His hands were roaming over her thighs, touching her everywhere.
Ivy tasted nothing like his wife. Sometimes his wife forced him to eat her cunt for hours at a time; she was very strict with him.
Ivy wanted cock-any cock. Brazenly, she whimpered out her need to him. She practically begged him for his prick, her hands groped for him, wanted to touch his flesh. She didn't care that it was old wrinkled flesh, it was flesh. She pulled his face away from her crotch. Once she wouldn't even jerk him off, now she was burning for him.
Quickly, he stripped off his clothes and stood at the side of the desk right near her head. Like a woman possessed, Ivy grabbed for his prick and fed the stiff prong into her starving mouth. She began sucking at him immediately.
At home his wife never gave him a blow-job; she made him jerk-off in front of her to relieve his tension.
Ivy sucked frantically at the six-inch organ, her mouth was drooling, she was wild for cock. She twisted so that he could get his fingers into her cunt again. She let him handle her twat roughly. She groaned as he dug at her, jabbed at her, pinched her. She sucked and sucked and sucked until he began to jerkily fuck her mouth with his vibrating prick. He rammed it down her throat. It swelled, it shook, it flopped around inside her mouth. Harder, harder, he fucked her. Ivy writhed and squirmed as if she were bound to the desk. Then it happened. His lively prick spasmodically pumped her mouth full of middle-aged sperm. Ivy's overcharged cunt sucked greedily at the fingers which were jammed inside of it. She drank his sperm as if he were her lover. Can't I ever say no again? she asked herself.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Sometimes Ivy felt like a pawn. She felt used in her newfound freedom! She didn't seem to have a mind of her own anymore. One day this point was brought home to her quite clearly when her afternoon class decided that they wanted to gang-bang her in the classroom. One boy locked the classroom door while the twenty-nine other boys and girls told Ivy to get undressed. Ivy tried to argue with them but their minds were made up; she had no choice in the matter.
Not liking the idea at all, but being outnumbered, Ivy quickly took off her blouse. The next thing she knew, the entire class was undressing, too. The classroom was soon alive with jiggling tits and dangling dicks. Ivy had never seen so many cocks and cunts before at one time. Her mind began to swim with desire. She was no longer a teacher, she had been transformed into a lustful woman.
Bobby Mack, a boy Ivy had screwed about a week ago, told her to hurry and get her clothes off. Bobby had fucked her roughly; he enjoyed coming all over Ivy's face. Bobby reminded Ivy of Johnny Q. She was soon as naked as the rest of the class. For some strange reason which she couldn't fathom, she wasn't the least bit embarrassed at being naked in front of thirty leering teenagers. Four boys took her by the arms and legs and hoisted her up onto her desk. She lay on her back with her legs dangling over one edge of the desk. The boys on both sides of the desk wrapped her hands around their throbbing cocks. Bobby Mack hopped up onto the desk with his knees between her parted thighs. With his hand he guided his stiff prick between the parted lips of her cunt. Next, Pearl, a black girl, sat on Ivy's face. This was Ivy's first taste of black pussy.
The rest of the class began fondling Ivy's humping body. Mouths kissed and bit her tits, licked and sucked at her sides, her legs, feet, and toes. Ivy felt like a queen; she was the absolute center of attention. She pulled vigorously at the thick cocks in her hands, humped wildly up at the cock in her cunt. Ivy was so hot she would have fucked the flag pole at the side of the blackboard.
In a short time Ivy's two fists were gorged with sperm. Globs of semen fell upon her body until she was covered with the sticky cream. She then felt female tongues at her body licking up the precious come. An explosion in her cunt told her that Bobby Mack had gone off inside her. She licked that much harder at Pearl's sloppy cunt until she brought the black girl off.
The boys who had experienced a come dressed while the others got their turn at Ivy's body. An endless procession of wild cocks visited Ivy's cunt. Cocks were stuffed into her mouth. Female tongues fed at Ivy's sperm-soaked cunt; she was made to come and come and come. And when they were finished with her she was a mass of semen. Semen covered her body, was in her hair, was drying on her face. It was in her ears, up her nose, it was everywhere. They had massaged the proteinous fluid into the pores of her body; they washed her mouth out with it and shoved globs of it up her asshole. They then forced her to lick every asshole in the room.
When the bell rang, the boys and girls kicked over the janitor's pail as they scurried out of the room. They left. Ivy still lying naked upon her desk. Fay scolded Ivy, told her she had better get dressed before the next class started filing in. She helped Ivy to dress, then told the frightened teacher that she wanted to meet her in the ladies' room after her next class.
Fay was waiting in one of the stalls when Ivy entered the ladies' room. Fay opened the pink door to the stall. She was sitting on the toilet with her dress up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. The adolescent pussy seemed to pull Ivy into the stall, seemed to force her to her knees in front of the cocky teenager. Fay smelled of sweat, of cunt cream, of the disinfectant from the toilet. She lapped at the girl's cunt until she brought the girl off. It had been a busy afternoon for Ivy. She was exhausted.
CHAPTER NINE
Ivy's afternoon class began to show a drastic drop in productivity and Mister Daniels was on her back about it. He warned her that she had better rectify the situation, or else. But she wondered how she could rectify the situation. The class was only interested in sex-they didn't want to do school work.
"I want some results, Ivy," Mister Daniels told her. "Final exams are coming up soon and we can't have your whole class failing."
She knew he was right, but she didn't know what to do. School work no longer seemed important to her. It was all such a put-on-designed only to occupy our youngsters minds.
As she got up to leave his office, he whipped his hand up under Ivy's skirt and goosed her through her panties. "Oooohhhh! Mister Daniels," she squealed and squeezed his pecker through his pant leg.
"Don't forget our date tonight," he reminded her.
"I won't."
* * *
On her way back to class, Ivy met a fellow-teacher, Mary Greggs. Mary was a math teacher and an exquisitely beautiful woman. Mary was taller than Ivy and had a full head of bleached blonde hair. When she walked down the halls her ass rolled as if it were on pulleys. The woman always wore high heels and very short skirts. Many times Ivy had seen the male students gawking at Mary as she walked sexily through the halls. Ivy knew what the boys were thinking because she was thinking the same thing right now. Ivy had always wondered about Mary. She had never seen the woman with a boyfriend. "Perhaps she's queer," Ivy said to herself.
The two teachers greeted each other cordially. Ivy found herself eyeing the woman's well-rounded body; she wanted to goose Mary's luscious ass. She wanted to know the feel of the warm ass flesh in the palms of her hands. Ivy thought she detected a flirtatious tone in Mary's voice. She found herself staring into the woman's large expressive eyes. Ivy thought she saw the woman blush.
On impulse, Ivy decided she would try an experiment. She took hold of the young teacher's hand and dragged her into the teacher's lounge.
"What are you doing?" Mary blubbered as Ivy pulled her into one of the stalls in the ladies room. "Hey?" Mary yelped.
Ivy hoped she'd read the signs correctly. She was amazed at her nerve. If this didn't work out she could be in a lot of trouble, but she trusted her instinct. She looked Mary right in the eyes. "Get your skirt up and your drawers off ... now." If Mary wasn't at least a latent lesbian, Ivy knew her experiment would end in disaster.
The gorgeous teacher hesitated for a moment, broke into a knowing smile, and said softly, "What if someone comes?"
Sternly, Ivy answered, "The only one to come will be you; get your drawers off."
"You take them down."
Beginning to breathe heavily, Ivy slipped the panties down the stocking covered legs. She brought the wispy panties to her nose to breathe in the scent of the woman's cunt.
"Good?" Mary asked sheepishly.
"Delicious," Ivy announced.
Brazenly, Ivy wiped her palm over the woman's shaggy pussy, then she brought her palm to her nose to sniff the woman's cuntal secretions. "Sit down."
Like a little girl about to be spanked, Mary pulled her skirt up higher and sat down on the cool plastic toilet seat.
Immediately, Ivy went to her knees, pushed apart the woman's thighs.
"How did you know?" Mary gasped as Ivy's warm tongue touched her cunt lips.
"A woman knows such things," Ivy lied as she set about tonguing the dewy blonde twat. She was happy that her experiment was working. She hoped that this wouldn't be the last time that she got to eat this delicious pussy before her.
The disinfectant odor from the toilet bowl, the knowledge of what people did in these stalls, acted as an aphrodisiac on Ivy's emotional system-her own cunt juice was wetting her panties. Ivy let her tongue sweep in large swirls over her fellow-teacher's clit and cunt. The girl was soon panting, she had leaned back against the wall, and had thrust her hips forward to hurry her orgasm. . Ivy used quick, rough strokes; she didn't want to stretch her luck. She could feel the heat of the woman's pussy against her face. She knew it would only be another moment or two now. Above her, she heard the woman making all sorts of guttural sounds, felt her pussy jamming against her face, then felt the contractions of ecstasy begin in the woman's cunt. Ivy drank from Mary's steaming cunt until the woman fell back relaxed.
Mary offered to eat Ivy's cunt, but Ivy said she'd take a rain check because she had a class in a few minutes. Mary then invited Ivy to her apartment after work.
"Fine, now get your drawers on before someone comes," Ivy told the thankful woman.
"Someone has already come," Mary chuckled.
Mary lived in a luxury apartment building. Ivy wondered how the woman managed it all on a teacher's salary. Excitedly, Mary showed Ivy around her apartment. When they entered the bedroom, Mary said, "I owe you something."
"Yes, you do," Ivy agreed.
Mary told Ivy to get undressed and try out her black satin sheets. "I just love tits," Mary said as Ivy took off her bra.
"I'd like to see yours, too," Ivy said.
In seconds Mary was out of her blouse and bra. She cupped her tits, one in each hand, and offered them to Ivy's hungry eyes. The woman's tits were large orbs with pink-brown aureolas and pointed nipples. Not being able to resist the twin morsels, Ivy took one of the pointed nipples between her lips.
"Ooooohhh," Mary tittered.
Ivy kissed each tit in turn while her fingers kneaded the firm flesh globes. In time, Ivy let her fingers move down the teacher's taut tummy. In a flash, Ivy whipped her hand under the woman's skirt and pressed her palm against Mary's moist panty-crotch. Ivy found herself wondering if all women would accept lesbianism this easily if they had the chance. She felt that every woman secretly yearned to have another woman make love to her.
"I'm supposed to be doing you," Mary gasped at Ivy.
"I can't help myself, you're so beautiful," Ivy croaked, stepping backward to allow her own body to be manipulated.
Mary embraced Ivy and kissed the woman's full and sensuous lips.
Ivy fell listlessly into the woman's embrace and felt herself being moved in the direction of the bed. Mary had Ivy undress completely while she rummaged through a drawer in her nightstand and took out a dildo. She put the plastic prick on the bed and completed her own undressing. "I hope you don't mind." Mary said to Ivy.
Somehow knowing that she could trust the other woman, Ivy told Mary that she had been deflowered by a dildo.
Mary was impressed with Ivy's story and grew excited when Ivy told her that it had been Eve who had done the deflowering. Mary had Ivy lie back on the black satin sheets while she fastened the dildo to her own body. When she had the dildo in place, she parted Ivy's well-rounded thighs and knelt between them with the dildo pointing down at Ivy's warming twat. She had Ivy draw up her knees until they rested on her breasts; this gave her full view of Ivy's cuntal and anal splits.
Ivy placed her hands behind her head and calmly waited for the woman's penetration.
Mary held herself over Ivy's body in an almost fully extended push-up position; she tried to nestle the head of the thick dildo between the lips of Ivy's cunt. When she pushed against Ivy's secret flesh, Ivy's cunt began swallowing up the dildo.
"Ummmmm," Ivy moaned as the plastic prick stretched and filled her fuck-box.
Mary rested her full weight on Ivy's resilient body when the dildo was all the way into Ivy's liquid pussy. She began kissing Ivy's face, her lips, her neck, her ears. She lapped her tongue hungrily through the snail-like swirls of Ivy's ear. Slowly, she eased the dildo back in Ivy's pussy, then pushed in forward again. She began to fuck Ivy's pussy.
Ivy gripped the woman's body with her arms and legs. "Fuck my pussy, fuck me, uh."
Mary had never fucked a woman as uninhibited as Ivy. Ivy's excitement spurred on Mary's passion. Mary felt that she could do almost anything to Ivy and the woman would offer no resistance.
In the past, Mary had found it difficult in securing sex partners. Her only alternative was to attend gay bars in New York City or seduce straight women-neither alternative appealed to her. Of course there were always men, but Mary found them offensive. Not that she hadn't had her share of men, but she just wasn't sexually attracted to them. With men she performed, but with women she felt.
No man's cock had ever pleased Ivy as much as this dildo. No man could be as soft and knowledgeable as Mary was at this moment. It had been a long time since her last bout with a dildo and it was good to feel it within her. She was almost weeping when Mary's fucking strokes became more frenetic-Mary's crotch was now banging into Ivy's on every frantic instroke.
Tits crushed into each other, tummies writhed sensuously together. Ivy held Mary in a tight embrace, trying to totally merge with the woman, wanted them to know spiritual intercourse. "Deeper!" Ivy cried. "Ram it deeper. Fuck ... ugh ... me."
Mary pumped harshly into the woman's sloshy hole until both of them orgasmed.
When the fuck was over, the two women knew a greater intimacy with each other. They talked about each other. Mary said that she had heard rumors around the school that Ivy was fooling around with some of the kids. Knowing again that she could trust the woman, Ivy confessed. Mary said that she often fantasied about such things, but was always afraid that the kids would kiss and tell as they were obviously doing in Ivy's case.
Ivy told the woman that her whole afternoon class had screwed her in the classroom.
"Wow!" Mary exclaimed. Then she asked Ivy if one day she could set her up.
Ivy promised to work something out.
CHAPTER TEN
Ivy spoke with Eve about setting Mary up with Johnny Q. and Eve agreed to do it. She then told Ivy that the paper boy had been around several times looking for her. Ivy felt that Jimmy was experiencing puppy love and that would be bad for their relationship. Eve said that the boy was to return at two o'clock.
When Jimmy showed up, Ivy tried to explain to him that just because a thing happens once doesn't mean it has to happen a second time. She explained that she had other duties and responsibilities. The boy wouldn't accept anything she said, he wanted her to fuck him one last time. After a time, she agreed to his demand but made him promise that it would be the last time.
Since Eve and her parents weren't at home, Ivy led the boy into her bedroom-this time she wasn't going to have someone witness her actions through a window. As she undressed she thought of setting Jimmy up with Mary, that would get him out of her hair.
When the boy took off his clothes, his cock was sticking out straight at Ivy. She loved the turn-on power she possessed over young boys. She hadn't even touched the boy and he was hard for her cunt. She positioned herself upon the bed and held out her arms to the excited youth. His voice quavering, he asked her to kneel for him. "Okay, but I'll have to suck it a little first."
As he knelt up on the bed, she sat up and engulfed his turgid pecker with her mouth. When she had lubricated his prick thoroughly, she turned up her ass to him. The boy wasted no time in pushing his stiff cock into Ivy's tight asshole. Ivy whimpered all through his aggressive ass-fuck.
Unknown to Ivy and Jimmy, Amy Crane had returned to the house. Hearing strange animal sounds filtering out of Ivy's bedroom, she went to investigate. She saw Ivy on her elbows and knees on the bed with the paper boy jabbing his cock in and out of her ass. After her feeling of shock had passed, the scene began to work on her emotional system. She soon had her hand under her dress and her fingers inside her wet pussy. She found herself wishing that it was her on the bed with the boy's proud cock in her ass.
Hearing female groans which weren't her own, Ivy opened her eyes and saw her mother in the doorway. She saw her mother slither to the floor just as Jimmy inundated her rectum with hot globs of youthful sperm.
When Jimmy had withdrawn from Ivy's ass, Ivy brought her mother to the bed. After she sucked Jimmy's cock into another erection, she had the boy fuck her mother's ass. And when it was over Ivy had her mother clean the boy's rod with her tongue. She then had Jimmy eat out her mother's cunt until the woman came. She then told Jimmy that they were through but that she would try to fix him up with another teacher.
Happily, the boy agreed.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
The only way Ivy could help her class pass their final exams was to allow them to cheat. This way she would keep Mister Daniels off her back and keep her job. There was no other way because the class was just not interested in studying. She wondered about sexual freedom. Is this what it did to one's personality? Did it cause low productivity? Was sexual suppression a necessary prerequisite of civilization? These thoughts occupied her mind as she picked up Mary and drove to the Devil's Helpers club house.
Johnny Q. was waiting for them. He was dressed in jeans and a black leather jacket-straight out of the '50s. "So you're the chick that ain't been fucked by a nice young cock?" Johnny asked Mary.
Mary was a bit disturbed by Johnny's cocky attitude, but Ivy had told her it would be like this. "I suppose so," Mary answered the boy.
Johnny then gave the women a Dixie cup each of scotch. When they had finished their drinks, he suggested that they all get undressed.
Mary was getting cold feet about this whole thing-she was sorry she had come here. But when Mary saw Ivy jump right to the task, she too disrobed. Mary saw Johnny crook his finger at Ivy. She moved toward him and he allowed her to take off his leather jacket and T-shirt. The boy broke into laughter and had Ivy kiss each of his nipples. He then had Ivy unbuckle his belt and take down his jeans. Mary stared at the large bulge in the boy's white briefs; her mouth filled with saliva as she thought of herself stuffing her mouth with his cock. She could almost taste his dick.
Mary was then told to take down Johnny's briefs; she accomplished the task with trembling fingers. His stiff prick sprang out of her drawers and struck her cheek.
Ivy took hold of Mary's head and told her to taste the cock. Then as Mary sucked Johnny's cock, Ivy kissed his virile body.
"Suck that dick," Johnny told the kneeling teacher just to make her feel small. Johnny knew how to treat women like Mary and Ivy.
Soon, Ivy was on her knees with her nose buried between Johnny's buttocks while Mary continued to suck on his throbbing prick. Mary was lost in a vortex of passion which she had never experienced with a man before. She became a mindless sucking mouth which grunted and groaned until he filled her with a hefty load of hot boy-sperm. Mary greedily swallowed every delicious drop of his come. Now she was glad she had come here with Ivy.
Johnny took his shrinking dick from Mary's sucking mouth and told the two teachers to make it with each other so he could watch.
The two teachers stretched out on the blanket which Johnny had placed on the floor of the club house. Ivy lay on her back and opened her legs so Mary could get at her overheated cunt. Ivy then helped Mary to get into a sixty-nine position so she could take care of Mary's needs.
Johnny haughtily chuckled to himself as he watched the two teachers degrade themselves for his benefit. After a time, their acts aroused him once again. He then got down behind Mary and ran his cock through the crack of her ass. He pushed downward with his cock until it slipped between Ivy's lips. When Ivy's mouth had lubricated his cock properly, he pressed the head of his prick against Mary's asshole.
When she sensed what the boy was up to, Mary tried to wriggle out of position, but Johnny grabbed her hips roughly and held her in place. Ivy wrapped her thighs around Mary's head and held the woman's face against her pussy.
"Nooo," Mary mumbled into Ivy's cunt as Johnny's dick began forcing its way into her ass.
His cock felt like a white hot poker slipping into her bowels, she felt she was being split open. And when the thick rod was finally in place, Johnny held it still inside her rectum. Mary had never felt anything so thick inside her ass before. But in time she gave in to the boy and let him screw her ass.
Sensing the attitude change in the woman he was buggering, Johnny smiled. He knew it would end like this-it always did. Women were no mystery to him; he knew that they all needed a strong man.
Mary's orgasm seized her just as the boy's cock filled her ass with jets of sticky semen. She liked the way the boy had overpowered her and taken her against her own will. No man had ever treated her this way; no man had shown her that she was just an asshole to be buggered. She had never been treated like a thing before. To Johnny she was a faceless body to be screwed-she liked it that way. She would always have a soft spot in her heart for young cock.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Sometimes Ivy felt as if she were going crazy. Everywhere she went, everything she did involved young people. While walking through the town park one Saturday afternoon she found herself looking at the crotches of the boys playing baseball. When riding, the bus she found herself looking at the crotches of the boys who got on and off. She wanted to see a half pulled-up zipper or a bulge in their pants. She was having compulsive thoughts about kidnapping a boy, stripping him and sucking him off until he had no more semen to give her. Each time she had this fantasy her panties grew wet and she would have to masturbate.
No longer could Ivy concentrate on her studies or her responsibilities as a teacher. Her life had once been organized and uneventful, but now everything was uncertain and demanding. With her newfound sexual sophistication came many problems that she had trouble dealing with. She wanted order and calm in her life but couldn't give up her desires for young flesh, for girl flesh, for any flesh.
She pushed the doorbell outside the Daniels house. Mister Daniels opened the door and led Ivy inside to the nicely decorated living room. She was angry with herself for coming here at his request, but she'd had very little choice in the matter. It was sad that she was here to be fucked, but she knew in advance that she wouldn't enjoy the fuck. She would almost rather fuck anyone else besides Mister Daniels-he just was not her type.
"Final exams next week, dear. I presume your classes are ready?" he asked with a broad smile on his sheepish face.
"They're ready," Ivy lied. For her class to cheat on the exams she knew she needed the master answer sheets which Mister Daniels kept locked in his desk drawer. "Shall I undress?" she asked, wanting to get the fuck over with and out of his house as quickly as possible.
"Yes, do so and I'll get your treat," he told her as he strolled to the kitchen. He came back with a tray of ice cubes and told Ivy to kneel on the couch with her back to him.
Now what? Ivy asked herself as she got into place on the couch. She found out what when he shoved a penis-shaped ice cube right up into her asshole. "AAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked and jumped up off the couch. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" she wanted to know. "Are you trying to freeze me to death?"
"Hmmmm, I thought you'd really get turned on," he said.
"Who told you that?"
"I read it in 'Naked Came the Stranger'."
Being an English teacher, Ivy remembered the book. It had been written as a joke by legit reporters, each one contributed a chapter; they tried to show that bad writing could sell, but they only proved that proper promotion could sell anything.
"Use your cock instead of ice cubes," Ivy told him as she grunted and shit out the penis-shaped cube.
Ivy sucked his prick until it was stiff enough to effect penetration, then she leaned over the arm of the sofa and he plugged her asshole with his dick. Ivy grunted and groaned in a listless fashion as he sawed his cock back and forth in her rear. She buried her face in the cushion and gripped the edge of the cushion with her fingers. At that moment she would have done anything to speed his response. She moaned to try and hurry him. She called out to him to fuck her harder and faster. She coaxed him to come in her rump. She worked with him, rolling her ass for him, relaxing her asshole so he could plow her more easily. And to her horror, in time, she was responding to him; she was no longer acting, she was feeling. When his cock inundated her rectum with his hot come, her own body convulsed with joy.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
One afternoon after school, Ivy came home and found her mother screwing Jimmy and one of his friends! They were in her mother's bedroom. Her mother was on her back on the bed, one boy was eating her pussy and another one had his prick in her mouth. Jimmy was the boy with his cock in the woman's mouth. He was straddling her chest as she lay across the bed with her legs dangling over one side. The other boy was on his knees on the floor with his face buried in the squirming woman's muff.
Ivy couldn't understand why her mother would take such a chance. Still, it was an exciting spectacle to watch. Ivy stood in the doorway and watched her mother writhe, grunt, and groan. The woman had come a long way in a short time, Ivy thought.
Suddenly, the woman on the bed jerked and bucked, the back of her head pressed into the mattress, Jimmy's cock seemed to go down her throat. The boy groaned, shook, and Ivy saw semen oozing out of the corners of her mother's lips. She saw her mother gobble down the boy's offering as if it were nectar from the gods.
Ivy whipped her hand under her pleated skirt and into her panties. For a brief moment she wanted to plow the asses of both boys with Eve's dildo.
When they had finished with the woman on the bed, both boys turned around and caught sight of the masturbating intruder. Tommy, Jimmy's friend, was frightened at first, but Jimmy told him that he'd already screwed Ivy.
Ivy stared weakly at the two pairs of balls moving toward her.
"Let Tommy fuck you, Ivy." Jimmy said. .
Ivy was too hot to refuse. If it was okay with her mother then she'd screw the boy, too. Tommy's lovely adolescent cock began to swell as soon as Ivy agreed to the fucking. As he moved closer to her, Ivy guessed that his rod had to be at least seven inches long-big enough for her. So, as her mother and Jimmy embraced, Tommy reached out to grasp Ivy's tits through her blouse. The boy caught his breath as Ivy reached for his prick. Ivy thought nothing of the boy's age, or that she was a teacher-she was merely a female and he was a male.
Amy and Jimmy watched Ivy drop to her knees and kiss Tommy's cock. They saw Ivy lick the cock in a worshipful manner, saw her oval her lips and let Tommy push his prick into her mouth where she began to suck it as if she were a baby and it was feeding time.
Ivy was in her favorite position-on her knees with a boy's cock in her mouth.
In time, Jimmy's cock rose again and Amy soon had her head in his lap and his prick in her mouth. Both women sucked hard on their respective pricks, each one wanted to bring her partner to orgasm so she could taste his seed. Tommy was the first boy to go off; his body shook violently as his prick spurted its load of sperm down Ivy's gulping throat. Then Jimmy spouted another load of come into Amy's sucking mouth.
After the incident with Tommy and Jimmy, Ivy grew more certain that she wouldn't be able to live without young cock. If her passion for young boys got her suspended from her teaching position she'd go to work as a secretary or something. Nothing was going to stand in her way. Many more times after the day in her mother's bedroom Ivy had allowed Tommy to lick her cunt or fuck her cunt. The boy had grown to be an avid cunt lapper. He had become an addict over blow-jobs; he and Jimmy became regulars around the Crane household. Sometimes Ivy and her mother would put on a lesbian show for the boys-everything was free and easy with the boys. Yet, sometimes Ivy suffered pangs of guilt. Once, when she felt guilty, she visited Mary and her dildo. Perhaps a painful ass-fuck will bring me back to my senses. Ivy would tell herself.
Mary was always glad to see Ivy. And when Ivy told her what she wanted, Mary was happy to oblige. Mary told Ivy that when she had confronted her lesbianism she'd felt the same way. She said she knew a girl who required a severe whipping before she was able to go to bed with another woman, yet she hated men. "Perhaps you need a whipping." Mary said in jest.
"NO!" Ivy exclaimed. "I wouldn't want my body marked."
"Maybe a spanking?"
Ivy found the idea of a spanking quite arousing. "That might be just the thing," she told Mary.
Quickly, both women undressed down to panties and bras. Ivy put the palm of her hand to Mary's crotch and found it wet with her pussy juice. "Can't wait to get at my ass, huh?"
Solemnly, Mary whined, "I love your ass." And she drew Ivy into an embrace and cupped both of Ivy's ass cheeks in her hands.
"Ooooohhhh, you're a naughty woman," Ivy squealed.
Mary's manner changed quickly-she grew stern.
She sat down on the sofa and ordered Ivy to drape herself over her lap.
Thinking that maybe she might be carrying this thing a little too far, Ivy pleaded, "This is my first erotic spanking, please be kind."
Mary just pointed a stiff finger at her lap and said, "Down!"
Ivy positioned herself over the tops of Mary's thighs, her belly was crushed atop Mary's right thigh while her crotch was over the woman's left thigh. Ivy felt her panties being taken down, being left at the hollows of her knees. Ivy had to balance herself on the palms of her hands so she wouldn't slide off of Mary's lap. She felt Mary's soft hand roaming over her ass cheeks, the woman's fingers were playing in Ivy's ass crease. The flighty fingers found and stroked Ivy's sensitive asshole. As soon as the fingers touched her secret spot, Ivy went limp. As the fingers prodded and poked at her asshole she grew more listless. She whimpered softly. Ivy always felt this way when her ass was touched; she always felt as if she were being ravished, taken, being used. But just as she was beginning to enjoy the light strokings, they stopped. Seconds later, Mary's open hand crashed down upon Ivy's resilient assflesh.
"OWWWWHHHH!" Ivy shrieked, her behind quaking and bouncing upon Mary's hot thighs.
Again the heavy female hand descended upon the defenseless ass.
"EEEoooooo!" Ivy wailed, now trying to squirm off of Mary's lap. "You're hurting me," she wept.
Mary said nothing, she just held on to Ivy and spanked her fanny until it glowed pink and felt hot to the touch, then she let Ivy roll down her legs to the floor. "How do you feel now, you bad girl?"
Ivy was crying so hard that she couldn't answer the woman's question. She lay on her tummy and rubbed her flaming ass cheeks with her hands. As she sobbed and rubbed, she noticed that her guilt was gone! While her ass burned, her pussy glowed with sexual warmth. She rolled onto her back, gazed up at Mary, and croaked, "I need your cock."
Mary ran into her bedroom and returned in a few seconds with the dildo fastened about her hips. In a flash she was kneeling between Ivy's thighs, turning Ivy over and pulling her up onto her knees.
Ivy smiled to herself and salaciously waved her livid ass at Mary.
Mary studied her handiwork. The middle of each of Ivy's ass cheeks was pink with palm-prints, in the crease of Ivy's ass was her pulsing asshole, and below her asshole were Ivy's drooping pussy lips. Mary put her hands upon the woman's bottom, pulled apart the taut ass cheeks, and nudged the head of the pink dildo against Ivy's puckered anal muscle. Without any lubrication at all, Mary began pushing the head of the dildo past Ivy's resisting anus.
"Stick me!" Ivy shrieked back at Mary. "Ram my ass with your cock."
Mary let the plastic cock penetrate the asshole slowly; she was in no hurry to end this delightful encounter. She felt the muscle giving in to the constant pressure, felt the head of the prick easing past the tight muscle-ring to invade Ivy's rectal sheath.
"Unnnnhhhh," Ivy groaned as the dong moved into her ass. "Fill me."
It had been a tight fit, but now the thick dildo was being hugged by Ivy's asshole, Mary could hardly move the thing back and forth.
"I love it," Ivy moaned back at the female sodomist. "Ooohhnnnn, more, more."
Mary began to screw the gyrating ass in earnest, the dildo was soon sliding easily back and forth in the liquid sheath. Sometimes, Mary would plunge the dildo all the way up Ivy's rear and crush her crotch against Ivy's jiggling buttocks.
"Oh God! It's beautiful," Ivy whimpered, fucking her steaming ass back on the persistent dildo. "Bang me. Fuck my ass. Screw me," Ivy begged. Her whole body writhed as if she were being beaten.
Sensing Ivy's mood, Mary began to castigate the squirming teacher. "You're a filthy no good slut."
"Oh yes," Ivy wept, knowing that she was a slut and more. She knew she was a corrupt, perverted bitch. She was a miserable being who had corrupted young girls and boys; she was deserving of this punishment and more. "Hurt me, I deserve it," Ivy mewled back at Mary who started to pound Ivy's back with closed fists. "Yes, yes, more," Ivy whimpered.
Ivy felt possessed by a lustful demon; she had no control over her actions or speech-she was mad for pain. The room was filled with the sounds of grunts, slaps, punches, deep breathings. Ivy squirmed, shook, gyrated through a hectic mirage of complexes and drives. Her sexual tension grew and grew until her body convulsed in a tremendously satisfying orgasmic contraction. Both women fell forward on the bed.
Sometime later, Mary slowly pulled the dildo out of Ivy's spastic rear. She rolled Ivy onto her back and straddled the listless woman's torso. Mary presented the seamy dildo to Ivy's lips.
The gesture didn't embarrass Ivy-a knowing smile crossed her face-and she touched the dildo with her tongue.
"Clean it good," Mary ordered.
Ivy shivered, her stomach knotted, and she whisked her tongue all about the fetid dildo. Ivy knew that it was right that she be treated this way-she deserved nothing better. This oral punishment was for her own good-it was character-building.
Mary was proud of her obvious conquest. She had always enjoyed stories dealing with masters and slaves; now she was a master and had her own slave. She decided to see how far she could go at this new game. She turned around on Ivy's body and pushed her ass at Ivy's face. Reaching back with her hands to part her ass cheeks, she commanded, "Lick my asshole, slave."
Ivy found herself enjoying the degenerative situation, her psychological makeup called for a woman like Mary. To Ivy, this form of treatment was exactly what she needed, wanted, and thrilled to. As if she were one of the lowest creatures on earth, Ivy gazed worshipfully into the slightly hairy crease, stared fixedly at the puckered anal opening. Lately, Ivy had noticed that she displayed a marked preference for the nether regions of her partners. She didn't consider her need to worship asses to be perverted or filthy. It was a need which she had to fulfill to feel good. If her partners considered it a dirty act and a way of degrading her, Ivy didn't mind because such intellectualizations meant nothing to her. Ivy only knew that she felt good when she humbled herself and that was all that mattered to her.
Mary cooed softly as Ivy's finger stroked over her anticipating asshole. She dropped her head between Ivy's outstretched thighs when she felt Ivy's delicate fingers pull apart her quivering buns and push her tonguetip right up into her asshole. Mary opened her bottom to the probing tongue.
She purred like a kitten being stroked. She became a slave to the insistent tongue.
Ivy swirled her tongue around inside the woman's body. The acrid scent of the woman filtered into her nose-whipped her into seeking further degradation. She fucked the steaming hole with her tongue while Mary's tongue worshiped at Ivy's twat. Ivy pushed three fingers up into Mary's sloppy gash, now she was fucking Mary's cunt with her fingers while she fucked her asshole with her tongue.
Both cunts clipped at the objects which were inserted in them. Mary's asshole clenched and loosened about Ivy's tongue. The rhythm of the oral fuck was well under way, it had become a furious fuck. It was a fuck filled with violence and tender caring. Both bodies danced and squirmed. Fingers and tongues acting like miniature pricks and sawed back and forth in wet body cavities until both women cried out in delirious fulfillment.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
"Honey, If I don't get those answers, they will fail," Ivy was telling Eve.
"Don't worry, I'll talk to Johnny Q., he'll break into the principal's office at night and get the master sheets," Eve told Ivy. "All you do is find out where old baldy keeps the sheets."
"Right," Ivy agreed.
In her cute teenage way, Eve steered the conversation around to sex-the two of them hadn't screwed in a long time. Eve's tastes were quite different from Ivy's. Eve had had enough contact with boys her own age, she turned on to older men and women. While Ivy was busy playing doctor with her young partners, Eve wanted to play house with her older lovers.
Eve squeezed Ivy's tits through her blouse while Ivy moved her bosom into the cupping hands. While Eve kissed Ivy's mouth, she let her hands move down the woman's back until she could cup Ivy's ass. Eve lifted her sister's skirt in the back and grasped handfuls of panty-clad ass. She then broke the kiss and began opening Ivy's blouse. When she took off the blouse she ran her fingertips along the edges of Ivy's bra-cups.
With all of her many sexual exploits behind her, it was still Eve who could make Ivy tremble with true desire. It was Eve who could, at a touch, make Ivy's panties moist. It was still Eve who could make Ivy's breasts puff and her nipples prick up. Since Eve had been her first real sexual partner, Ivy's body knew the girl well.
Eve unhitched Ivy's bra and let the garment fall down the woman's body. Like a man, she stared at the fantastic tits. She squeezed both boobs gently with her fingers. She watched her beautiful sister shut her eyes and yield to the lovely caresses.
Wanting to taste the warm flesh of the other woman, Eve kissed Ivy between her breasts. She then let her tongue swirl under the curve of one tit-lick up and over the warm skin until it found the stiff nipple. Her tongue lapped at the turgid spike; she sucked the nipple into her mouth.
"Oh, suck it," Ivy moaned, being driven wild by Eve's knowing mouth and tongue.
After sucking one tit for a long time, Eve moved on to the other tit. She sucked this suffering tit while her deft fingers kneaded the other one.
Ivy was consumed by the urge to yield completely. She wanted to be naked, to feel vulnerable, wanted to be taken, used, and even abused by her nymph-like little sister. She cried out her needs to Eve.
Quickly, Eve took down Ivy's skirt, letting it slither down the woman's legs. And though it was an expensive skirt Ivy kicked it across the floor. Mundane things like clothes were of no interest to Ivy at this moment. She smelled hot and juicy cunt-this was her driving interest. She still had on her garter belt, her white lace-trimmed panties, and her sheer nylons. The white panties molded her hips and ass as if she'd been poured into them. They were also damp in the crotch.
Eve had Ivy turn around so she could see how tightly the panties clung to Ivy's buttocks. Eve enjoyed seeing pictures of women in restraining garments, too. With the flat of her hand, Eve patted Ivy's full rump.
At that very moment Ivy was thinking of Mary and her dildo; she experienced a sexy tightness between her thighs. ' "Bend over," Eve told Ivy.
Perplexed, Ivy asked, "How?"
"At the waist, silly, bend down and grab your ankles with your hands," Eve said.
When Ivy obeyed her sister's order, her panties drew even tighter about her ass, the leg-bands were digging into the creases where her thighs merged with her groin. Ivy was a pretty picture. Eve could see the hairy outline of Ivy's cunt through the damp crotch of her panties. She could see the pouting cunt lips pressing into the silky fabric of the panties. Eve felt her own cunt dribble at the sight. She pressed her palm up against Ivy's wet panty-clad crotch. Ivy was hot, her juice was oozing through the silky fabric of her panties.
"Mmmmmm," Ivy crooned as her sister's hand moved over her fabric-covered pussy. She wanted the hand to be a big thick dildo, wanted the dildo rammed into her leaking cunt. Her body quivered and she gripped her ankles tightly. She felt her tight panties being drawn down her hips and thighs; she unclasped her hands from around her ankles and lifted each foot in turn so Eve could take the panties from her feet. Eve then ran her hands slowly up Ivy's stockinged legs. She cupped the woman's full buns in her hands.
Ivy again grasped her ankles with her hands as Eve caressed and stroked the now naked ass. Eve drew her fingers up and down through the hot ass crack, touched the moist and expectant asshole.
"Ohmnnnn," Ivy mewled as shivers of anticipation moved down her back.
Eve's fingers caressed the undersides of Ivy's cheeks. The fingers slid through Ivy's liquid cuntal groove. For a time Eve stroked the pulpy cunt lips, then dug two fingers up into the mushy hole.
Ivy moaned with true joy. Eve was her greatest lover. Eve was everything to Ivy at this moment. Ivy's body moved with the digging fingers. She swayed from side to side as if she were in some kind of trance.
Eve easily slipped her thumb into Ivy's asshole. Now she had two fingers of one hand up Ivy's cunt and the thumb of the same hand up her ass. She began to fuck both holes with the respective digits.
"Unghh, fuck me!" Ivy groaned. Her face was flushed because of her bent-over posture, her legs were growing tired, she wanted to lie down. Yet, she didn't want to disobey. "Oh, make me come, darling."
Being only sixteen, Eve was proud of her sexual capabilities. In her brief sexual life she had made many girls and boys squirm with desire-even her mother and father. She loved it all. She enjoyed being the most popular girl in school. She was proud that she was the only girl in school to have fucked the whole football team.
Eve moved backward slightly and laughed to herself as Ivy's ass moved backward to follow the fingers. Eve moved again and Ivy followed. When they were at the side of the bed, Eve had Ivy get up on the bed without losing contact with the fingers. Ivy knelt on her knees and elbows, still offering her ass and cunt to her sister's fingers and thumb. Eve didn't miss a stroke as Ivy got into position.
Ivy now felt a bit more comfortable. There was no longer a fight against gravity; she could now relax and give herself totally to the experience.
In time, Eve's fingers were coated with goo from both holes, which made it easier for the digits to move back and forth. Eve began to lick Ivy's smooth back. She could feel the muscles of Ivy's back quiver with anticipation; she was pleased that Ivy was shaking with lust. She could feel Ivy's cunt and asshole gripping her fingers tightly in a loving embrace. Ivy had been mastered and this thrilled Eve.
Ivy dug her fingers into the bedclothes. "What's taking so long?" she muttered into the mattress. She wanted release. Again she wished for Mary and her dildo. She wanted to be plugged.
Eve knew that she was tantalizing her sister. She enjoyed the feeling of power which she was experiencing. She had experienced this same feeling of power whenever she sucked off a boy. She would make the boy squirm, cause him to quiver defenselessly, make him know that he was completely in her power.
"Aggghhhhh," Ivy groaned as her body pulsed through a blissful orgasm.
A few minutes later, Ivy told Eve, "I can never get enough of you. You're the best." And she drew her sister into an embrace, kissed her soft and hungry lips. Eve's lips were an extension of her curious personality; they were searching lips. They were lips that wanted to know and taste everything in her environment.
Ivy slid the tip of her tongue over Eve's lips, poked it between the two lips and entered the girl's mouth. She drew her mouth away from Eve's mouth. Eve's tongue was drawn into the open and they licked tongues like two lesbians in a stag movie. Ivy's hands roamed easily down the sides of Eve's hot body. She slid her fingers over the lean roundness of Eve's thigh, found the silky pubic fur, and moved two fingers into the mushy slit. She pinched the two rubbery pouting pussy lips, tugged at them gently with her fingers. Eve moved closer to the exploring fingers.
Ivy reached out her unbusy hand and took the long candle from its holder on the nightstand. She leaned back and put the thickest end of the candle between Eve's fluted cunt lips.
"Mmmmmmm," Eve whimpered as the thick candle began pushing into her body.
"How quickly the tables are turned," Ivy said to herself. Just a few short moments ago she was the helpless victim squirming relentlessly under Eve's torturing caresses, but now Eve was the victim and Ivy was her mistress. This is how it was meant to be, Ivy told herself. Pleasure came with surrender. Orgasm came with surrender. The tables had to be turned for complete fulfillment. Mistress had to become victim, had to give in to feelings, had to abandon ego control. One lost nothing in surrender, one gained release of tension.
Ivy eased the long candle up into the slippery vagina, watching the milky fluid ooze out as the candle moved into the sloppy cunt. Eve's twat seemed to be alive, seemed to suck the candle inside as if it had a will of its own. The cunt chewed at the invading candle, made it its prisoner.
To Eve, the candle felt like a thin dick. She gazed steadfastly into Ivy's eyes as Ivy began to move the candle back and forth. Eve could hear faint sloshing sounds coming from inside her cunt.
Ivy pushed the girl back on the bed. She parted Eve's thighs and put her tongue to Eve's clitoris. She tongued the throbbing clit while she fucked the candle back and forth in Eve's cunt.
Eve tweaked her nipples, handled her own tits as Ivy worked on her cunt. Soon Eve's pelvis was full of energy crying out for release. The pressure had built beyond her holding point-the delectable contractions came.
Mister and Mrs. Crane couldn't wait to get home and try out some of the acts which they had seen in the X-rated movie. Before they went to bed they peeked into Ivy's bedroom to see if everything was all right. The sight that greeted them was every bit as sensual as a scene in an X-rated movie. Eve was lying on her back on Ivy's bed; she had her legs outstretched while Ivy was pushing a candle in and out of her cunt as she licked the girl's clit.
Overcharged from the X-rated movie, Ivy's father's cock was swollen. Amy took hold of his cock through his pants. She squeezed and tugged at his stiff pecker while she unbuckled his belt. She drew down his trousers and held them as he stepped out of them. She then took down his briefs and let his prick pop into the open. She helped him take off his shirt and undershirt and then he undressed her. Amy then took hold of his stiff prick and led him toward their daughter's bed.
Ivy looked up and smiled when she saw who it was, then went back to eating Eve's twat.
Amy positioned her husband behind Ivy and parted her daughter's warm ass cheeks and allowed her husband to slip his prick into Ivy's glistening fur-pie. Her husband's rampant cock exploded the moment he had penetrated fully into Ivy's sloshy hole.
Ivy fell into orgasm the moment she felt the rear of her cunt being pelted with her father's come; she had to abandon her attempt to procure orgasm for Eve. But Amy took Ivy's place. First she kissed Eve's mouth, her fingers squeezed the adolescent tits, and she rubbed her body sensuously into Eve's.
In the meantime, Mister Crane took his sperm-laden cock from Ivy's clasping cunt; he leaned down and put his hungry mouth to Eve's pungent cunt. As he lapped Eve's cunt, Ivy positioned herself at her father's behind. She parted his muscular cheeks and uninhibitedly pushed her tongue into his hairy asshole.
Amy knelt over Eve's head and offered her cunt to the girl's mouth. Eve's tongue went right to work on her mother's leaking slit. Eve ate every drop of the delicious fluid which oozed out of her mother's hole. There was never a daughter who enjoyed desire juice more than Eve.
Amy moved her crotch back and forth over Eve's sucking mouth. She let her head fall back as desire groans seeped out of her throat. Amy didn't know what she would do if she were forced to live without her daughters' illicit caresses.
Eve was into her orgasm, she licked ravenously at her mother's twat while her father lapped her own cunt.
While Ivy dug her tongue in and out of her father's asshole, she pulled downward on his slowly rising cock.
"Mooooooo," Mister Crane said into Eve's crotch.
Eve thrust her tongue up into her mother's box just as the woman went off-gushing hot juice into Eve's mouth. When it was over Eve and Amy watched Ivy rimming her father's ass while she jerked him off.
Amy Crane was proud of her daughters. They weren't the kinds of girls who got into trouble.
They didn't experiment with mind damaging drugs. They didn't join fanatic political parties. They were good girls who knew all about contraception and knew how to stay out of trouble.
By this time Mister Crane was grunting and groaning with impending orgasm. Ivy dipped her head under his body and between his legs to capture his pulsing prick in her mouth. With just a few vigorous sucks his cock began spurting creamy semen down Ivy's gulping throat.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
In order to get Johnny Q. to go along with her idea of stealing the answers to the final exams, Ivy had to put out. She had to suck off two new members of the Devil's Helpers, Roy and Peter. When she had finished with these boys she was still worked up. She needed Johnny's masterful cock. On her knees in front of Johnny, she gazed up with longing into his piercing, knowing eyes.
"Take it out with your mouth," Johnny told her.
Like a well-trained puppy, Ivy pulled down his zipper with her teeth.
"Smart girl," Johnny said.
Nervously, Ivy smiled up at him. She let her tongue search in the rebel's fly until she found the slit in his underwear. Her tongue felt curly hair, it touched his swollen sex muscle. She became like jelly, her breathing became more rapid, more uneven. Her need for cock was overwhelming. She battled with his clothes until she finally brought his cock out through both flies.
"Very good, teach," the cruel teenager said.
The huge cock before her eyes made her weak with want. At that moment she would have done or said anything to get a taste of the prick. She made an effort to slip her lips around the thick head of his cock, but Johnny stopped her.
"Uh-uh, teach," he said, taking her head in his hands and tilting her face upward.
Perplexed, Ivy stared up into his blazing eyes.
He told Ivy to go across the room and crawl on her belly back to him and he might give her a reward.
He never gets enough, she told herself. He was always seeking to degrade her. He always liked to play master and slave with her.
Halfheartedly, Ivy crawled on all fours across the room. She turned and faced him. He had his cock in his fist and he was shaking it at her. "Come and get it, teach," he said with a haughty laugh. A small part of her brain wanted to end this charade immediately, but another part of her wanted his cock in her mouth. She wanted to knock this cocky hoodlum off his high horse, didn't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she was under his domination, yet she needed his cock. His may have not been the only cock in the world, but it was the only one she wanted right now. She knew that if one turned all men upside down they were all the same. Johnny wasn't special. She didn't really need his brand of humiliation. Yet something drove her to begin her crawl.
With tears of shame leaking from the corners of her eyes, with total resignation written on her face, she put her belly to the floor. Slithering like a snake, she crawled toward him and his cock. When she neared him he stuck his boot in her face. "Kiss it," he told her.
Consumed by her need for cock, she pressed her lips to the shiny black leather. And when he offered her his other boot she kissed it, too. Then he pulled her to her knees. Giggling like a madman, he thrust his cock at her mouth. She parted her lips and let the thick tube slide over her tongue. Now she was happy, she'd gotten the desired object, she accepted it lovingly into her mouth. He tasted unclean, yet she didn't care. She could hear him laughing haughtily above her. She knew that the boys despised her, still she didn't care. Her goal was to suck cock and nothing else mattered. She didn't give a damn because she had lost their respect. What did it matter? Prostitutes don't worry about self-esteem, she thought, and they make out all right.
Johnny was now fucking his cock back and forth in Ivy's mouth while she knelt pensively before him and allowed him to defile her. Yet, she didn't feel defiled in the classical sense. Her groveling was part of her foreplay, it was necessary for her response. Even now her pussy was leaking profusely and he hadn't even touched her.
She wanted Johnny to be naked. She wanted to be able to fondle his balls and his ass. But Johnny had the other two boys stand at either side of Ivy's body. He then ordered Ivy to jerk each boy off.
As the two boys were on the verge of coming, Ivy could feel them trembling through their cocks. It was a different story with Johnny ... he could hold out forever. He never gave in to a woman, the woman gave in to him.
Shortly, Ivy felt her torso being pelted with globs of warm semen-the two boys had gone off at approximately the same time-and with a deep thrust to the back of her mouth, Johnny's prick erupted, filling her mouth with sperm.
The filthy aspects of this whole scene helped to arouse Ivy. Electric thrills coursed through her body as she quaked through a cunt-clenching orgasm. Her degradation was a small price to pay for Johnny's help.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Johnny Q. kept his part of the bargain, and Ivy's class passed their final exams. Everything seemed to be fine except that Ivy felt that Mister Daniels was suspicious about her class's complete turn about.
Ivy watched the boys and girls file out of the classroom. Looking out over the sea of one-armed desks, she saw Henry still lounging in his seat. "Aren't you leaving Henry?"
"I thought I'd do the blackboard for you, Miss Crane," he said.
"Oh sure, Henry, go right ahead." Ivy watched the well-built bearded youth saunter toward the blackboard. He cleaned the entire board, turned toward Ivy and told her to take off her dress.
"What?" Ivy gasped, unsure that she'd heard him correctly. He told her that he'd heard some rumors about her and he wanted to find out if they were true. "Get the dress off," he said again. This time he took a long knife from his boot and held the pointed end near her throat.
Knowing that she couldn't reason with the boy, she took her dress off and stood before him with just her underclothes on. "Look, can't we do this some other time? This isn't quite the place or time," she said.
As if he hadn't heard her plea, he said, "Nice ass, doll."
"Do you want these off?" She meant her garter belt and stockings.
"Definitely. I want you naked," he said, grinning broadly.
Ivy took off her garter belt and nylons. "These, too?" she asked, pointing to her bra and panties.
"Yep."
Even though she was angry at the boy for doing this, her vaginal juices were already flowing freely. When she was naked she saw him staring at her pussy. He opened his pants and brought forth his stiff prick. Ivy laughed to herself because he was aroused, too. She could see the strings of pre-coital fluid dripping from the head of his hot cock. She let him sit her down in her chair and slip his cock into her mouth. Ivy didn't fight him, she allowed him to push his good-size prick all the way into her mouth.
Henry held on to Ivy's head while he fucked her willing mouth with his cock. In moments he was panting and trembling. He was no longer a tough hood, he was a quivering lover.
Ivy's hands went to the boy's jean-covered ass cheeks. She pushed down his jeans and briefs and got her fingers into his moist ass crack. The boy caught his breath and bucked forward as her finger found his asshole and slipped inside. His surging prick found the back of her mouth where it exploded violently and gorged her mouth with sperm. Ivy grasped his ass tightly and swallowed his come.
Henry couldn't believe his luck. He'd just gotten blown by his English teacher! It was one thing to have a girl his own age suck his whang, but this was something else. Not letting her get dressed, he positioned Ivy on her back atop her desk. He then lay atop her body and prodded at her slit with his semi-erect cock. After a few seconds of sensuous rubbing his pricked swelled again. He worked his cock into her hole and screwed her like a professional stud. It took ten minutes of frantic fucking for him to come in her cunt. And much to Ivy's surprise, she went off with him.
The next thing Ivy knew the boy was dusting her body with the blackboard erasers. He pounded the erasers against her tits, her belly, her cunt, her thighs until he had created a cloud of chalk dust around her body. He laughed like a maniac as the chalk dust clung to her body, causing her to appear to be a cadaver. Soon she was laughing along with Henry. The scene was exciting, different, and fun.
Ivy let the boy turn her onto her tummy. He then smacked her ass cheeks with the erasers, he beat her until she wanted to cry out, but she was afraid someone might hear her and come and find them like this. Finally, the boy threw the erasers down and pushed a piece of writing chalk up her ass. Ivy squirmed and squealed softly at the violation but didn't really try to stop him. He began fucking the piece of chalk back and forth in her hole, still laughing at the whole thing. He was amazed at how far he had gotten with her. He'd come in her mouth, screwed her cunt, and was now shoving a piece of chalk back and forth in her ass.
Getting an idea, he picked up the jar of India ink from the desk and poured the murky liquid all over Ivy's ass and thighs. Ivy yelped and squealed as the cool liquid trickled down through her ass crack and down over the lips of her cunt. Still laughing like a madman, Henry left the room.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
After interviewing all of the students in Ivy's failing class, Mister Daniels forced one girl to tell him the truth about how they were able to pass their final exams. He called Ivy to his office immediately.
When Ivy strolled into his office she figured the old geezer wanted a quick blow-job.
"Well, well, Miss Crane-" he began. "I know all about your little trick with the master sheet."
Oh Christ! Ivy said to herself.
"That was a serious and stupid thing for you to do. You leave me very little choice in how I must deal with you. You can't expect me to keep you on my staff."
For a brief moment Ivy saw herself dressed in rags and out in the street with cold snow falling all around her. Teaching was her life. She was sorry for what she had done. She was angry with Eve for opening up this complex way of life to her. Too many people had gotten involved with her, one of them had to squeal. "I must suspend you."
She wanted to know if they could compromise somehow. A ruthless smile crossed his face; he knew she was cornered, had no way out. He decided to offer her the position of being his personal sex-slave. If she accepted, he'd be silent. Ivy jumped at the opportunity, would have done anything to continue as a teacher.
Seeing the woman begging for mercy pleased him, made him feel god-like. He nodded his head affirmatively. He saw tears appear in the corners of Ivy's eyes.
After the encounter with Mister Daniels, Ivy was in need of Mary. When the school day ended, Ivy begged Mary to take her home with her. At Mary's apartment Ivy displayed much aggressive tension; she wanted to use the dildo on Mary. Smiling lewdly, Mary undressed and plopped herself down on the bed. In the meantime, Ivy undressed and strapped on the dildo. She quickly knelt between Mary's raised thighs and poked the head of the dildo between Mary's glistening pussy lips.
Mary reached up with her hands and took hold of Ivy's dangling tits. "Ummmmm, I've waited so long," Mary breathed as the thick dildo pushed into her juicy hole. Soon the make-believe cock was sheathed in Mary's pussy up to its make-believe balls. Ivy lay down upon the writhing body, embracing Mary with her arms. Mary crossed her legs over Ivy's rump, dug her heels into Ivy's rising and falling ass.
Ivy kissed Mary's face, she licked the woman's hot flesh. She fucked the squirming body; the thick cock slid easily back and forth in the liquid hole. Mary offered no resistance to the fuck. Her cunt was full of juice; she was eager for the fuck. She dug her teeth into Ivy's smooth shoulder as the head of the cock pushed upward against her cervix. She held Ivy tightly, groaning softly in the woman's ear, licking her throbbing neck. Ivy kissed Mary's face and neck. She licked her face and ears. She soon had Mary delirious with sexual desire. "Fuck me harder," Mary whimpered.
Ivy plunged the big cock back and forth in the sopping pussy-it was as if she were screwing Mister Daniels. She was brutal, yet Mary was screaming for more.
Mary had no idea what was going on inside Ivy's head, she only wanted to be fucked. And she was being fucked. She surrendered wholly to the other woman. She thought only of her pleasure. And she got all the pleasure she could handle.
When the fuck was over, Ivy told Mary about her run-in with Mister Daniels. She told Mary about the deal she had made to be his sex-slave.
Although she was sympathetic, Mary told Ivy that she had no choice but to go along with the man's wishes. She said that Ivy was in no position to fight the man.
"But I hate him. There has to be a way out for me," Ivy told Mary.
"I suppose you could have him killed," Mary said in a very forthright manner.
"Oh, I don't know," Ivy said.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
In the next few weeks Ivy was on call for sexual services to be rendered to Mister Daniels. Mister Daniels took full advantage of his power over Ivy. It became so bad that Ivy thought seriously of giving up teaching so she could get out from under his yoke. But when Ivy told Eve about her problems with Mister Daniels, Eve laughed. Long ago Eve had lost her discriminating capacities where the sex act was concerned-Eve would fuck for anyone. To Eve, sex was great anytime and anywhere and with anyone.
Ivy wasn't as jaded as Eve.
"Come here, silly," Eve crooned, taking Ivy into her arms.
In the girl's embrace, Ivy felt like a child. She wept softly as Eve's lips kissed her own. At this moment Eve was more like a mother to Ivy than a younger sister. Ivy quickly pushed the shoulder straps of Eve's dress down off her teenage shoulders. When the dress hit the floor, Eve stepped out of the circle of cloth.
Ivy's trembling fingers unhitched the catch of Eve's bra and freed Eve's breasts. Ivy ran her hands down the taut sides of Eve's body. The girl's flesh was hot to the touch, she was ready for a deeper intimacy.
Seeing Eve standing before her, clad only in her panties, Ivy wanted to prove her love to the girl. She raised up Eve's right arm and kissed the girl's clean-shaven armpit. Eve chuckled softly as Ivy's soft tongue licked at the flesh of her armpit.
Eve couldn't understand Ivy's devotion. To Eve, sex was no big thing. She could live without it or with it. In a way Eve despised her sister, she felt that Ivy's needs made her weak and susceptible to suggestion or control. Eve didn't believe in love or exclusivity in the sexual sphere. To be in love made one weak. She had tried to teach these things to Ivy but had failed. Ivy's needs were too strong, too demanding. Ivy was controlled by her body, whereas Eve controlled her body with her mind. Eve tasted of sex when she wanted to, but Ivy had a hunger in her flesh which couldn't be denied. Ivy was used by life like a love-sick puppy. Eve was a libertine.
Ivy's mouth moved from the girl's armpit to her tits. She pushed both breasts together and licked both nipples at the same time.
"Take it easy, honey, they're delicate," Eve told Ivy.
"I love them," Ivy breathed. "I love you."
"Show me how much you love me," Eve laughed and pushed Ivy to her knees.
On her way down Ivy tugged down Eve's panties. When her panties had fallen down around her ankles, Eve spun around and pushed her ass into Ivy's face.
Ivy knew exactly what to do. She parted the ample ass cheeks with her fingers and stared with longing at the pink-brown asshole. Why is it so delicious looking? Ivy asked herself. Why am I drawn to this portion of her body? Why don't I feel dirty about what I'm about to do? But Eve was like a goddess to Ivy. Ivy would pay any homage to the girl.
Ivy moved her face into the fragrant crease, touched the crinkled hole with the tip of her tongue. For a moment she wondered how many cocks had been in Eve's asshole. She thought of what it would be like to drink fresh semen from Eve's ass. These filthy thoughts didn't disgust Ivy, they thrilled her. Everything about Eve was young and fresh, clean and pure-even her ass.
Ivy let her tongue probe into the crinkled hole, she let her tongue swirl around inside the hot muscle. She could smell and taste Eve. She hoped she was pleasing the girl.
Eve enjoyed having Ivy eat out her ass. The servile nature of this unique caress reversed their respective social roles. Ivy was no longer a high school English teacher when she was on her knees rimming Eve's butt ... she was a whore, a slut. Eve was the adult and Ivy became the child. The whole adventure caused Eve to feel strong and powerful.
Ivy licked lovingly at Eve's asshole, knowing how much Eve enjoyed this particular caress. She let her hands caress Eve's stout thighs, pressed her nose and mouth into the girl's hot crack. Though she, too, wanted to be caressed, Ivy continued to suck and lick, pushing her own needs into the background. Right now, only Eve mattered. But Ivy didn't have to do without loving for long because their parents joined them in their love making.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Ivy found an envelope on her desk. The note inside was from Mister Daniels, he wanted to see her at his place at eight o'clock that evening. She was right on time. Mister Daniels introduced her to a young and very attractive woman who, he said, was his wife Meg. Meg had brown frizzy hair, with a bewitching face and eyes that seemed to penetrate one's clothing and skin. Her lips were heavily coated with shiny white lip stick-she had that cover-girl look. The woman was wearing a mini-skirt and a silky see-through blouse. She had on black high heels and smoky colored nylons. She was an intriguing picture of femininity, totally erotic.
At first Ivy was a bit disturbed that she and Mister Daniels were not alone, but the woman's presence titillated Ivy's imagination.
Meg uncrossed her elegant looking legs, stood and offered Ivy her hand. So impressed with the woman's demeanor was Ivy, that she took the proffered hand in her own and lifted it to her lips.
Meg smiled at Ivy in a superior manner. "She's everything you said she was, Fred," Meg told her husband. "She will do nicely."
Do nicely for what? Ivy asked herself.
Meg walked slowly around Ivy's body, examining every square inch of Ivy's loveliness. Ivy felt like a hunk of cheese hanging from the ceiling in an Italian delicatessen. She felt the woman's fingers touching her body. The fingers gripped Ivy's garment-covered tits and squeezed them firmly.
"Are they real, child?" Meg asked.
"They're real, love," Fred Daniels told his wife.
Ivy noted a change in Mister Daniels' demeanor, the man appeared like a whining child. He was no longer the impervious, sarcastic, power-monger that Ivy had come to know. It was as if Meg was his mother and not his wife.
"Take off your clothes, my dear," Meg ordered Ivy.
Ivy felt the crotch of her panties becoming moist. Masterful, strong-willed women always affected Ivy this way. Though she was a responsible adult, Ivy would like nothing better than to become the child of a dominant woman. She wanted to be free of all of life's worries and responsibilities, wanted someone else to make all of her decisions for her.
Ivy took off her blouse. Meg stopped her when she reached back to unhitch her bra. "I'll do that, dear."
When the bra fell down Ivy's body, Meg stepped in front of Ivy, took hold of her by her shoulders and examined the front of Ivy's body.
"They're real," Meg crooned.
"I told you, love," Fred said softly as if he were afraid of his wife.
"Shut up and just watch," Meg said sternly.
"Y-Yes, love," the man stammered.
Ivy couldn't understand the change which had come over Mister Daniels. The man who ran a whole high school was like a sniveling child in the presence of his wife.
Meg squeezed and manipulated Ivy's naked tits. She stared into Ivy's face, watching for signs of sexual arousal. She ran her thumbs over the hardening nipples of Ivy's breasts. Ivy's heart was pounding, her bosom heaved rapidly-the breast fondling was getting to her.
Suddenly , Meg stepped backward, letting go of Ivy's tits. "Off with the skirt."
As if she were a robot obeying her master's commands, Ivy's fingers flew to the zipper of her skirt. Afraid to speak for fear she might break this erotic spell, Ivy said nothing as she stepped out of her skirt.
"Ah, a garter belt!" Meg said. "So many women today are not aware of the allure of the garter belt.
My husband adores them ... he has an absolute fetish about them." Meg went on to explain that her husband liked to jerk off while she made it with another woman. She said that she and her husband were mate-swappers and that they belonged to a national swap club.
Ivy was angry with the man. He was a hypocrite. He, too, was involved in outlaw sexual behavior, yet he had come down hard on her concerning her activities.
Meg's palm covered Ivy's panty-clad pussy. "Why, you're wet and ready, dear." Meg announced.
"Uh, yes," Ivy sighed, pushing her swollen pussy into the woman's hand.
"Let me take down your panties and let your hot pussy breathe," Meg crooned, bending at the knees and tugging the panties down Ivy's quivering legs. She put her fingers to Ivy's leaking twat.
"Ohhhnnn," Ivy moaned.
Meg stood up, kissed Ivy's lips as she rubbed the palm of her hand over Ivy's mushy slit.
Ivy's body melted into the other woman's vibrant flesh and clothes. Ivy wanted the woman naked, wanted to be on her knees with her mouth buried in Meg's love bush. But much to her surprise it was Meg who went to her knees and began lapping at Ivy's pussy. Meg's tongue was strong and deliberate, it cut through Ivy's snatch like a knife made of flesh. The quick tongue had Ivy groaning in no time at all-the woman was an expert with her mouth. Meg's fingers dug into Ivy's backside, they searched through Ivy's hot ass crack. Ivy tensed as the persistent fingers found and began penetrating her sensitive asshole. Just as two darling fingers slipped up into her behind, Ivy's cunt shot off, and Meg's mouth lapped up the oozing come.
Before she had time to recover, Ivy pulled Meg to her feet. She thanked the woman verbally, then dropped to her knees to return the favor.
By this time, Fred Daniels had undressed and was pulling at his prick as he watched the two women making it.
Ivy mashed her face into the fresh smelling twat of Meg Daniels. She began slowly, there was no rush. She wanted to show the older woman that she knew how to please. Ivy let her tongue slice upward through the juicy groove. She let the tip of her tongue touch the piping clit and as Meg's fingers twisted into Ivy's blonde hair, Ivy clasped the woman's clit fiercely with her lips. Ivy's soft but insistent tongue laved eagerly at Meg's cunt until she had the woman's hips bucking.
Carried away with the violence of the experience, Meg called her husband to her side and made him suck her tit. Meg released Ivy's hair and grasped her husband's stiff cock in her hand. She rapidly jerked her husband off. It took only a few seconds for him to fill her fist with sexual fluid.
She quickly pulled Ivy to her feet, their eyes met and a hostile smile formed on Meg's face. Meg held her open palm under Ivy's bottom lip.
The odor of fresh sperm wafted into Ivy's nostrils.
"Eat it," Meg ordered.
Like a young girl obeying her mother's command, Ivy dipped the tip of her tongue into the rapidly cooling liquid. She licked up the cream, then lapped the hand lovingly. If she were a believer in love-at-first-sight, then Ivy knew it was happening to her. Meg was the perfect person for Ivy. Ivy loved the way the woman took her for granted. Ivy felt she would do anything to please the dominant woman, even humiliate herself as she was doing right now.
And in the weeks that followed Ivy was given every opportunity to prove her love. Meg became a relentless mentor; she trained Ivy as if she were an animal. She even suggested that Ivy bring around some of her young boyfriends.
Ivy knew it was truly love because she was always jealous when Meg made it with another female. Sometimes she would cry herself to sleep because she couldn't have exclusive rights to Meg's body. When she confided in Eve concerning her love for Meg, Eve laughed. Eve told Ivy to grow up and to stop acting like a love-sick puppy. But Ivy couldn't help herself. No amount of intellectual persuasion could do away with her body needs.
In time, Ivy began losing interest in her job, no amount of cocksucking could keep her from wanting Meg. It was definitely love. She decided to confess her feelings to Meg. She kept seeing the woman's taunting face before her eyes all day long. She fantasised about the woman's wondrous tits, the voluminous ass, the delicately painted toenails which she had kissed many, many times. She saw the slim legs, the taut thighs, and the elegantly furred muff. She could almost smell the woman's exciting flesh, could almost taste the woman's hot pussy cream. Ivy masturbated several times a day to these crazy fantasies.
Many times in the past Ivy had stayed late after school to correct papers and prepare her lessons. Lately, she was forced to stay after school many more times than usual because of her lack of enthusiasm. While she was seated at her desk correcting papers, she heard clanking and swishing noises in the hall. It was the janitor, he was mopping the hallway.
"Evening, Miss Crane," the old man called out to her when she stepped into the hall to investigate the noises.
"Uh, yes, good evening, Mister-"
"Name's Clover, ma'am."
"Yes, Mister Clover."
"Can I have a word with yuh, ma'am?" the old man asked. "Sure."
The gaunt old man smoothed his hand back over his white hair, pushing it toward the back of his head. Without mincing any words, he told her he had seen her when she screwed her whole class. He told her not to worry, however, because he wasn't about to say anything ... he wanted to make a deal. He stroked his grizzly chin with his fingers and said, "Yuh see, ma'am, at my age I don't get too much nooky."
"So?" Ivy probed.
"I figure, you fuck me and I won't screw you."
Ivy couldn't believe this conversation, he was anything but sexually attractive. I don't want to fuck with him, she told herself. He's an ugly old man! His face was etched with wrinkles, his hair was white, his nose was large and seemed to make up his whole face. She thought for a few minutes and then agreed to his deal.
"Good," the man grunted and took her by the hand to lead her back inside the classroom. "Strip," he told her once he propped his mop up against the blackboard.
"Here? now?" Ivy asked stupidly.
"Of course, we're all alone." He pulled down the window shades and locked the door, just in case.
Ivy cursed her impotence at moments like this. She wanted to tell the old bastard to go screw himself, but knew that she had been cornered into another blackmail situation. As he began to undress and his body came into view, she saw that he was altogether too skinny and too hairy. His chest was hairless and sunken in. His prick was a shriveled piece of flesh surrounded by a forest of greying pubic hair. The sight of him disgusted her. She felt the urge to retch.
When they were both naked, he forced her to her knees. He told her to lick his prick. Ivy felt even sicker now, but she touched his limp cock with the tip of her tongue. She captured the lifeless organ with her lips. She wondered how she was going to go through with this thing. Youth and age merging in the sexual embrace was an unholy act.
The man grumbled down at her. He told her to hurry up and make his out-of-practice cock hard.
Ivy tried every oral trick she knew, but still he failed to respond. She pushed a finger up into his skinny ass, licked his shrunken balls, lapped the length of his cock and got no reaction. He grew angry and blamed his impotence on her. He told her she wasn't pretty enough to arouse him. Ivy cursed at him and told him to suck his own flaccid cock.
Rage welling up in him, the man struck her across the face with the back of his hand. Ivy reeled to the floor, her hands flying to her stinging cheek. He scowled down at her and reached for his mop. He ran the cleaning portion of the wet mop over her face.
"Stop it, you fuckin' jerk!" she screamed at him.
The old man only laughed and continued mopping her wriggling body. She tried to roll away from him but he followed her with the mop.
He's crazy! Ivy said to herself. He was giggling like a maniac as he drew the dank mop up and down her body. When Ivy's gaze focused on him once again, she saw that his dick had erected. Her frantic struggles were exciting him-and something weird was happening to her own body, too. She wanted his cock now. She no longer saw an old skinny man; she saw a huge white prick.
The man turned the mop around and began jabbing the stick portion against her cunt. Groaning and moaning in a shameful manner, her body opened to the prodding stick and it moved easily into her wet hole. She found herself writhing and twisting as if she were being filled with a cock. She called out for his cock. She pleaded with him, begged the ugly old man for his massive prick.
Still leaving the handle in her cunt, the man knelt over Ivy's face and shoved his stiff rod between her lips. Ivy began sucking the cock immediately. She was starved for prick. He balanced himself on his hands and knees while he began fucking her drooling mouth with his turgid cock.
"Ungggghhh ... ahhggghhh ... eeggghhhh," Ivy squealed as the thick dong plugged her mouth and threatened to slip down her throat. As she writhed under his assault the mop handle moved inside her cunt. It felt as though there was a cock in her mouth and in her cunt. She found herself not paying any attention to the man's rank odor, to his smelly sweat. She made no value judgments. She only knew that he was a male and that his massive cock was fucking her mouth. There was no tomorrow, no today-there was only cock-big beautiful cock.
He was driving his prick back and forth in her mouth now. Ivy accepted and responded to every one of his brutal gestures. In time her mouth was flooded with his sperm. It overflowed her mouth and ran down her chin and neck. It must have been his first orgasm in a long time, she thought. She gulped down his watery sperm as her body shook with satisfaction. She couldn't face him when it was over, yet he held her close as if he were her father. He told her she had been the first woman to make him come in years.
Ivy was pleased.
CHAPTER TWENTY
The more confused Ivy's life became, the more she needed Meg. Meg became her crutch, someone she could lean on and go to when she was down. Meg was always glad to see Ivy; she could always fulfill Ivy's sexual demands. As soon as Meg showed Ivy into the living room, Ivy sank to her knees in front of the woman who had become her idol. She sobbed out her feelings to the woman.
Meg was moved by Ivy's confession of love, but cautioned the woman not to say anything when Fred was with them. Fred wouldn't be able to deal with such an emotional involvement, Meg explained. She said that the first rule of mate-swapping was to not become emotionally involved.
"But I need you," Ivy protested.
"Darling, let's not get sickening."
Ivy wondered if one day she, too, would be as aloof as Meg and Eve. Will I be able to see people as objects? she asked herself. Is this what happens to all sexual sophisticates? Ivy knew that people weren't cars to be traded in every few thousand miles, but she also knew that she would do and accept anything just so long as she could be with Meg.
Meg told Ivy that they could continue with their fling, but that Ivy would have to give up the sticky term "love." Meg said they could play their little game until it petered out and they would part as friends.
But Ivy wanted to possess the woman; she didn't like the idea of sharing. Yet, Ivy knew she would do what the woman wanted. "Can we now?"
"Of course, darling," Meg crooned down at Ivy. "You'll be mommy's little girl."
"Oh yes," Ivy croaked.
"Good, it's time for my little girl's bath," Meg said, taking Ivy's hand in hers and leading the woman to the finely tiled bathroom.
Ivy thought back to her first sexual experience with Eve when she'd also felt like a child, she wanted to be protected and loved.
Like a dutiful mother, Meg began undressing her make-believe little girl. Standing motionless, Ivy let the woman take off her clothes; she entered easily into the role of child. Meg went to her knees and took down Ivy's frilly panties. Looking down at the woman, Ivy croaked, "Mommy."
Meg turned her face toward Ivy's, smiled, and licked her tongue over Ivy's fur-pie. After a few quick licks Meg stood up and kissed Ivy's mouth.
When the tub was full, Meg helped Ivy into the warm bath.
"I do love you," Ivy said.
Without saying a word, Meg soaped Ivy's body. "You're a wanton little brat," Meg said.
Knowing what was to come, Ivy said, "Yes."
"You need a spanking," Meg said as she squeezed one of Ivy's nipples. "
"Oooooooohhhh!" Ivy squealed.
Meg drew the soapy wash cloth over Ivy's bush, then pushed a wash-cloth-covered finger into Ivy's twat. Ivy no longer wanted a bath. She wanted out of the tub and wanted Meg's mouth at her pussy.
In time, Meg helped Ivy out of the tub and wrapped her in a large fluffy bath towel. Then Meg led Ivy into the bedroom. This was the first time Ivy had been in Meg's bedroom-most of their screwing had taken place in other parts of the house. Meg made Ivy sit on the edge of the satin-covered bed while she undressed.
The strength of Ivy's desire mounted as Meg's body came into view. Then, when Meg was naked, she took the towel from Ivy's body. Meg then pushed her pubic bush into one of Ivy's tits. She rubbed her cunt on Ivy's nipple. She had Ivy slip her nipple into her gash, she fucked her pussy upon the stiff nipple. Then Meg pushed Ivy backward upon the bed and straddled the young teacher's head so she could push her bush into Ivy's face.
Ivy quickly put her tongue to work at the steaming pussy. She licked and licked. Her only desire was to please the older woman.
Meg reached backward with her hand so she could play with Ivy's overheated cunt. She jammed two fingers into the pulpy pussy.
Feeling the fingers enter her hole, Ivy began licking with even more gusto. She lapped, she chewed, she bit down on the sensitive meat. Her actions made Meg cry out and squirm in torturous delight. Ivy's hands wandered over Meg's thighs and buttocks. Her fingers pinched, prodded, and scratched the woman's flesh. She caused Meg to bounce up and down on her face. The woman rubbed her cunt ruthlessly back and forth over Ivy's mouth. She jabbed her fingers back and forth in Ivy's raging cunt.
Ivy felt like a rag doll-being used for purposes beyond her control. It made her feel more child-like. Many parents manipulated their children as if they were rag dolls. Ivy moaned into the burning cunt above her; she pushed her tongue up into the leaking hole, wanting so much to please. She slipped an inquisitive finger up into Meg's churning backside.
Both women writhed and undulated until they both quivered through their orgasms. Meg sat down on Ivy's face and nearly suffocated the woman.
Meg then turned around on Ivy's body and began eating out the woman's cunt. Ivy, in the meantime, began working at Meg's asshole with her tongue. She knew what was expected of her and she wasn't going to disappoint the woman she loved.
Meg smiled into Ivy's cunt when she felt the woman's tongue slipping into her ass; she knew that Ivy would be her slave for a long time to come.
Ivy's body slithered and squirmed ... she was so near. It was like climbing a mountain. The more she strove to reach the top, the more it eluded her. She knew she must relax, knew she had to surrender. But Meg had her so worked up that Ivy was confused. She heard Meg laughing at her frantic efforts to bring on her come.
Meg enjoyed torturing her partners, enjoyed showing them their place. She wanted them to know who would be boss. Meg rubbed her belly into Ivy's breasts as her mouth and tongue worked furiously at Ivy's snatch. Their bodies heaved and strained against one another. Fingers clutched at hot flesh.
Ivy pushed her subservient tongue deep into Meg's ass. She breathed in the scent of the other woman. Then the spasms overtook her body and she grunted into Meg's backside and convulsed with joy.
Not allowing Ivy time to recover, Meg turned the woman onto her tummy. She rummaged through the drawer of her night stand and came up with a battery powered vibrator. In one swift motion she pushed the whirring machine into Ivy's asshole.
"Ooowwwwwhhhh!" Ivy whimpered. Her whole body went limp as she always did when her ass was being manipulated.
Meg got hold of a second vibrator and shoved it into Ivy's cunt. In minutes Ivy's passion was aroused again. "Oh fuck!" she cried. "You're killing me ... unh ... I can't go again. I can't, I can't-I CAN."
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
"You sent for me, Mister Clover?" Ivy asked as the old man admitted her to the apartment.
"Right on time," the old man remarked. "That's good 'cause I don't like to waste time."
"It's my teacher's training," Ivy told him.
"Good, you keep doing as you're told and you'll remain a teacher," he assured her. "Now, let me see your teacher's ass."
Having learned her lessons well, without any hint of embarrassment, Ivy began to undress. As much as she hated this old man, she was drawn to him. She needed his roughness, his total disregard for her wants and needs. Already her cunt was drooling. Although esthetically she couldn't stand the sight of him, emotionally she needed him. Yet, her desire for him was unlike her desire for Meg-but it was just as compelling. She wanted to see his cock. She wanted to mouth and worship his gnarled and wizened organ.
When she was totally naked, she dropped to her knees in front of him. She began begging him to give her his prick.
He laughed down at her.
Ivy didn't care that she was humiliating herself ... she only wanted to suck his cock. She was like a starving infant in need of a milk-filled tit.
As he laughed down at her he began undressing.
Ivy's body trembled-he was going to grant her her wish. She waited.
When the skinny creature had taken off all of his clothes, he stood before her with his hands on his bony hips. His shriveled prick was waiting for her mouth.
Ivy's mouth was watering.
"Lick my legs, teacher," the man told the kneeling woman.
Ivy was more than glad to put her tongue to work on the leathery flesh. She knew she had to do it to get her reward.
The man continued to laugh at the cowering woman. All of his life he had been nothing but a menial worker, but this woman added a new dimension to his boring life. Before Ivy came into his life, he suffered from an inferiority complex, especially at the high school with all well-to-do teachers around him, but as this moment he had this most beautiful English teacher licking his legs. Her tongue was now at his thigh, she was heading for the prize.
Before she encircled his cock with her wet mouth, Ivy looked up at him and waited for his permission. He shook his head yes and she gobbled his swelling prick into her mouth. She beamed with pride as her mouth caused him to respond. As her fingers squeezed and played with his wrinkled bag of balls, he took hold of her head with his hands and began to brutally fuck her mouth with his cock.
Gurgling sounds of love came from Ivy's throat as perverted thrills ran through her body. She marveled at how easily she handed herself over to those who could actually hurt her. But what did it matter? Her desires would satisfy themselves in no other way. This was what her life was all about. This had meaning. Being on her knees with this old man's prick in her mouth was what she had been born for.
Ivy had to hold on to the man's legs tightly because he was now fucking her mouth furiously. She could feel his prick swelling inside her mouth. She felt it getting stronger and stiffer. To obtain her own satisfaction, she dropped a hand to her leaking cunt. She dug three fingers up into her seething hole while his cock-head tried to enter her throat. "Ungh, agh, uhhhhh," she grunted as his surging cock pumped her throat full of sperm. She gagged, she sputtered, she swallowed and came.
Not letting her regain her composure, he picked Ivy up as if she were a doll and threw her onto the bed. She landed upon her back, her legs kicking wildly in the air. She grew frightened and wondered what she'd done to displease him. He dove onto her body and struggled with her to slip his once-again erect prick into her cunt. "AAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Ivy wailed as his hot poker plunged up into her pussy. He fucked her as if she were a doll. He violated her mouth with his aged tongue. He forced her to return his foul kiss. He banged her cunt. He shoved at her. He screwed her for twenty minutes, drove her to experience her second orgasm. And when he was through using her, he allowed a visiting friend to have her. They were then joined by a teenaged boy named Carl. The men tied her in a spread-eagled position on the bed while Carl pushed his teenaged cock into Ivy's mouth. The other old man climbed up between Ivy's thighs and shoved his cock up her cunt.
The room smelled of sweat, of male bodies, of stale sperm. Still it was like perfume to Ivy. She felt like a puppet as the three males worked on her. She felt happy. It wasn't a necessity that she be tied, she would have stayed in place without the ropes. She wanted this whole thing to happen. And when Carl's cock went off in her mouth she felt wanted. When the old man's prick erupted in her cunt she felt needed.
Mentally, she thanked Eve for introducing her to this kind of life. She felt like a mystical pot-head who thinks he knows the meaning of life. She sat up in bed when they unfastened the ropes and, wiping the flowing semen from her lips, she gushed, "I love you all."
