Chapter 9
Ivy's afternoon class began to show a drastic drop in productivity and Mister Daniels was on her back about it. He warned her that she had better rectify the situation, or else. But she wondered how she could rectify the situation. The class was only interested in sex-they didn't want to do school work.
"I want some results, Ivy," Mister Daniels told her. "Final exams are coming up soon and we can't have your whole class failing."
She knew he was right, but she didn't know what to do. School work no longer seemed important to her. It was all such a put-on-designed only to occupy our youngsters minds.
As she got up to leave his office, he whipped his hand up under Ivy's skirt and goosed her through her panties. "Oooohhhh! Mister Daniels," she squealed and squeezed his pecker through his pant leg.
"Don't forget our date tonight," he reminded her.
"I won't."
On her way back to class, Ivy met a fellow-teacher, Mary Greggs. Mary was a math teacher and an exquisitely beautiful woman. Mary was taller than Ivy and had a full head of bleached blonde hair. When she walked down the halls her ass rolled as if it were on pulleys. The woman always wore high heels and very short skirts. Many times Ivy had seen the male students gawking at Mary as she walked sexily through the halls. Ivy knew what the boys were thinking because she was thinking the same thing right now. Ivy had always wondered about Mary. She had never seen the woman with a boyfriend. "Perhaps she's queer," Ivy said to herself.
The two teachers greeted each other cordially. Ivy found herself eyeing the woman's well-rounded body; she wanted to goose Mary's luscious ass. She wanted to know the feel of the warm ass flesh in the palms of her hands. Ivy thought she detected a flirtatious tone in Mary's voice. She found herself staring into the woman's large expressive eyes. Ivy thought she saw the woman blush.
On impulse, Ivy decided she would try an experiment. She took hold of the young teacher's hand and dragged her into the teacher's lounge.
"What are you doing?" Mary blubbered as Ivy pulled her into one of the stalls in the ladies room. "Hey?" Mary yelped.
Ivy hoped she'd read the signs correctly. She was amazed at her nerve. If this didn't work out she could be in a lot of trouble, but she trusted her instinct. She looked Mary right in the eyes. "Get your skirt up and your drawers off ... now." If Mary wasn't at least a latent lesbian, Ivy knew her experiment would end in disaster.
The gorgeous teacher hesitated for a moment, broke into a knowing smile, and said softly, "What if someone comes?"
Sternly, Ivy answered, "The only one to come will be you; get your drawers off."
"You take them down."
Beginning to breathe heavily, Ivy slipped the panties down the stocking covered legs. She brought the wispy panties to her nose to breathe in the scent of the woman's cunt.
"Good?" Mary asked sheepishly.
"Delicious," Ivy announced.
Brazenly, Ivy wiped her palm over the woman's shaggy pussy, then she brought her palm to her nose to sniff the woman's cuntal secretions. "Sit down."
Like a little girl about to be spanked, Mary pulled her skirt up higher and sat down on the cool plastic toilet seat.
Immediately, Ivy went to her knees, pushed apart the woman's thighs.
"How did you know?" Mary gasped as Ivy's warm tongue touched her cunt lips.
"A woman knows such things," Ivy lied as she set about tonguing the dewy blonde twat. She was happy that her experiment was working. She hoped that this wouldn't be the last time that she got to eat this delicious pussy before her.
The disinfectant odor from the toilet bowl, the knowledge of what people did in these stalls, acted as an aphrodisiac on Ivy's emotional system-her own cunt juice was wetting her panties. Ivy let her tongue sweep in large swirls over her fellow-teacher's clit and cunt. The girl was soon panting, she had leaned back against the wall, and had thrust her hips forward to hurry her orgasm. . Ivy used quick, rough strokes; she didn't want to stretch her luck. She could feel the heat of the woman's pussy against her face. She knew it would only be another moment or two now. Above her, she heard the woman making all sorts of guttural sounds, felt her pussy jamming against her face, then felt the contractions of ecstasy begin in the woman's cunt. Ivy drank from Mary's steaming cunt until the woman fell back relaxed.
Mary offered to eat Ivy's cunt, but Ivy said she'd take a rain check because she had a class in a few minutes. Mary then invited Ivy to her apartment after work.
"Fine, now get your drawers on before someone comes," Ivy told the thankful woman.
"Someone has already come," Mary chuckled.
Mary lived in a luxury apartment building. Ivy wondered how the woman managed it all on a teacher's salary. Excitedly, Mary showed Ivy around her apartment. When they entered the bedroom, Mary said, "I owe you something."
"Yes, you do," Ivy agreed.
Mary told Ivy to get undressed and try out her black satin sheets. "I just love tits," Mary said as Ivy took off her bra.
"I'd like to see yours, too," Ivy said.
In seconds Mary was out of her blouse and bra. She cupped her tits, one in each hand, and offered them to Ivy's hungry eyes. The woman's tits were large orbs with pink-brown aureolas and pointed nipples. Not being able to resist the twin morsels, Ivy took one of the pointed nipples between her lips.
"Ooooohhh," Mary tittered.
Ivy kissed each tit in turn while her fingers kneaded the firm flesh globes. In time, Ivy let her fingers move down the teacher's taut tummy. In a flash, Ivy whipped her hand under the woman's skirt and pressed her palm against Mary's moist panty-crotch. Ivy found herself wondering if all women would accept lesbianism this easily if they had the chance. She felt that every woman secretly yearned to have another woman make love to her.
"I'm supposed to be doing you," Mary gasped at Ivy.
"I can't help myself, you're so beautiful," Ivy croaked, stepping backward to allow her own body to be manipulated.
Mary embraced Ivy and kissed the woman's full and sensuous lips.
Ivy fell listlessly into the woman's embrace and felt herself being moved in the direction of the bed. Mary had Ivy undress completely while she rummaged through a drawer in her nightstand and took out a dildo. She put the plastic prick on the bed and completed her own undressing. "I hope you don't mind." Mary said to Ivy.
Somehow knowing that she could trust the other woman, Ivy told Mary that she had been deflowered by a dildo.
Mary was impressed with Ivy's story and grew excited when Ivy told her that it had been Eve who had done the deflowering. Mary had Ivy lie back on the black satin sheets while she fastened the dildo to her own body. When she had the dildo in place, she parted Ivy's well-rounded thighs and knelt between them with the dildo pointing down at Ivy's warming twat. She had Ivy draw up her knees until they rested on her breasts; this gave her full view of Ivy's cuntal and anal splits.
Ivy placed her hands behind her head and calmly waited for the woman's penetration.
Mary held herself over Ivy's body in an almost fully extended push-up position; she tried to nestle the head of the thick dildo between the lips of Ivy's cunt. When she pushed against Ivy's secret flesh, Ivy's cunt began swallowing up the dildo.
"Ummmmm," Ivy moaned as the plastic prick stretched and filled her fuck-box.
Mary rested her full weight on Ivy's resilient body when the dildo was all the way into Ivy's liquid pussy. She began kissing Ivy's face, her lips, her neck, her ears. She lapped her tongue hungrily through the snail-like swirls of Ivy's ear. Slowly, she eased the dildo back in Ivy's pussy, then pushed in forward again. She began to fuck Ivy's pussy.
Ivy gripped the woman's body with her arms and legs. "Fuck my pussy, fuck me, uh."
Mary had never fucked a woman as uninhibited as Ivy. Ivy's excitement spurred on Mary's passion. Mary felt that she could do almost anything to Ivy and the woman would offer no resistance.
In the past, Mary had found it difficult in securing sex partners. Her only alternative was to attend gay bars in New York City or seduce straight women-neither alternative appealed to her. Of course there were always men, but Mary found them offensive. Not that she hadn't had her share of men, but she just wasn't sexually attracted to them. With men she performed, but with women she felt.
No man's cock had ever pleased Ivy as much as this dildo. No man could be as soft and knowledgeable as Mary was at this moment. It had been a long time since her last bout with a dildo and it was good to feel it within her. She was almost weeping when Mary's fucking strokes became more frenetic-Mary's crotch was now banging into Ivy's on every frantic instroke.
Tits crushed into each other, tummies writhed sensuously together. Ivy held Mary in a tight embrace, trying to totally merge with the woman, wanted them to know spiritual intercourse. "Deeper!" Ivy cried. "Ram it deeper. Fuck ... ugh ... me."
Mary pumped harshly into the woman's sloshy hole until both of them orgasmed.
When the fuck was over, the two women knew a greater intimacy with each other. They talked about each other. Mary said that she had heard rumors around the school that Ivy was fooling around with some of the kids. Knowing again that she could trust the woman, Ivy confessed. Mary said that she often fantasied about such things, but was always afraid that the kids would kiss and tell as they were obviously doing in Ivy's case.
Ivy told the woman that her whole afternoon class had screwed her in the classroom.
"Wow!" Mary exclaimed. Then she asked Ivy if one day she could set her up.
Ivy promised to work something out.