Chapter 12
Sometimes Ivy felt as if she were going crazy. Everywhere she went, everything she did involved young people. While walking through the town park one Saturday afternoon she found herself looking at the crotches of the boys playing baseball. When riding, the bus she found herself looking at the crotches of the boys who got on and off. She wanted to see a half pulled-up zipper or a bulge in their pants. She was having compulsive thoughts about kidnapping a boy, stripping him and sucking him off until he had no more semen to give her. Each time she had this fantasy her panties grew wet and she would have to masturbate.
No longer could Ivy concentrate on her studies or her responsibilities as a teacher. Her life had once been organized and uneventful, but now everything was uncertain and demanding. With her newfound sexual sophistication came many problems that she had trouble dealing with. She wanted order and calm in her life but couldn't give up her desires for young flesh, for girl flesh, for any flesh.
She pushed the doorbell outside the Daniels house. Mister Daniels opened the door and led Ivy inside to the nicely decorated living room. She was angry with herself for coming here at his request, but she'd had very little choice in the matter. It was sad that she was here to be fucked, but she knew in advance that she wouldn't enjoy the fuck. She would almost rather fuck anyone else besides Mister Daniels-he just was not her type.
"Final exams next week, dear. I presume your classes are ready?" he asked with a broad smile on his sheepish face.
"They're ready," Ivy lied. For her class to cheat on the exams she knew she needed the master answer sheets which Mister Daniels kept locked in his desk drawer. "Shall I undress?" she asked, wanting to get the fuck over with and out of his house as quickly as possible.
"Yes, do so and I'll get your treat," he told her as he strolled to the kitchen. He came back with a tray of ice cubes and told Ivy to kneel on the couch with her back to him.
Now what? Ivy asked herself as she got into place on the couch. She found out what when he shoved a penis-shaped ice cube right up into her asshole. "AAAGGGHHH!" she shrieked and jumped up off the couch. "What the fuck are you doing to me?" she wanted to know. "Are you trying to freeze me to death?"
"Hmmmm, I thought you'd really get turned on," he said.
"Who told you that?"
"I read it in 'Naked Came the Stranger'."
Being an English teacher, Ivy remembered the book. It had been written as a joke by legit reporters, each one contributed a chapter; they tried to show that bad writing could sell, but they only proved that proper promotion could sell anything.
"Use your cock instead of ice cubes," Ivy told him as she grunted and shit out the penis-shaped cube.
Ivy sucked his prick until it was stiff enough to effect penetration, then she leaned over the arm of the sofa and he plugged her asshole with his dick. Ivy grunted and groaned in a listless fashion as he sawed his cock back and forth in her rear. She buried her face in the cushion and gripped the edge of the cushion with her fingers. At that moment she would have done anything to speed his response. She moaned to try and hurry him. She called out to him to fuck her harder and faster. She coaxed him to come in her rump. She worked with him, rolling her ass for him, relaxing her asshole so he could plow her more easily. And to her horror, in time, she was responding to him; she was no longer acting, she was feeling. When his cock inundated her rectum with his hot come, her own body convulsed with joy.