The Teacher's Sex Lesson
[aka 'Seduction Of The Innocents']
by Jean Williams
(RX-470)


FOREWORD 

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. Our purpose of this 
book, The Teacher's Sex Lesson, is to clarify and enlighten, not to condemn. 

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 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 I HI 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 Eva'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. 

Takirg 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 he'll 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. Selfconsciously, 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-fledged 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 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 exhibitionistac 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 quietly 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 then-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 ii' 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 wang." 

"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'll 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 raincheck 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 
kidnaping 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 worship fully 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 wang, 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 mastersheet." 

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. 'T 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 
ringers 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 spreadeagled 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." 


THE END
