Chapter 13
One afternoon after school, Ivy came home and found her mother screwing Jimmy and one of his friends! They were in her mother's bedroom. Her mother was on her back on the bed, one boy was eating her pussy and another one had his prick in her mouth. Jimmy was the boy with his cock in the woman's mouth. He was straddling her chest as she lay across the bed with her legs dangling over one side. The other boy was on his knees on the floor with his face buried in the squirming woman's muff.
Ivy couldn't understand why her mother would take such a chance. Still, it was an exciting spectacle to watch. Ivy stood in the doorway and watched her mother writhe, grunt, and groan. The woman had come a long way in a short time, Ivy thought.
Suddenly, the woman on the bed jerked and bucked, the back of her head pressed into the mattress, Jimmy's cock seemed to go down her throat. The boy groaned, shook, and Ivy saw semen oozing out of the corners of her mother's lips. She saw her mother gobble down the boy's offering as if it were nectar from the gods.
Ivy whipped her hand under her pleated skirt and into her panties. For a brief moment she wanted to plow the asses of both boys with Eve's dildo.
When they had finished with the woman on the bed, both boys turned around and caught sight of the masturbating intruder. Tommy, Jimmy's friend, was frightened at first, but Jimmy told him that he'd already screwed Ivy.
Ivy stared weakly at the two pairs of balls moving toward her.
"Let Tommy fuck you, Ivy." Jimmy said. .
Ivy was too hot to refuse. If it was okay with her mother then she'd screw the boy, too. Tommy's lovely adolescent cock began to swell as soon as Ivy agreed to the fucking. As he moved closer to her, Ivy guessed that his rod had to be at least seven inches long-big enough for her. So, as her mother and Jimmy embraced, Tommy reached out to grasp Ivy's tits through her blouse. The boy caught his breath as Ivy reached for his prick. Ivy thought nothing of the boy's age, or that she was a teacher-she was merely a female and he was a male.
Amy and Jimmy watched Ivy drop to her knees and kiss Tommy's cock. They saw Ivy lick the cock in a worshipful manner, saw her oval her lips and let Tommy push his prick into her mouth where she began to suck it as if she were a baby and it was feeding time.
Ivy was in her favorite position-on her knees with a boy's cock in her mouth.
In time, Jimmy's cock rose again and Amy soon had her head in his lap and his prick in her mouth. Both women sucked hard on their respective pricks, each one wanted to bring her partner to orgasm so she could taste his seed. Tommy was the first boy to go off; his body shook violently as his prick spurted its load of sperm down Ivy's gulping throat. Then Jimmy spouted another load of come into Amy's sucking mouth.
After the incident with Tommy and Jimmy, Ivy grew more certain that she wouldn't be able to live without young cock. If her passion for young boys got her suspended from her teaching position she'd go to work as a secretary or something. Nothing was going to stand in her way. Many more times after the day in her mother's bedroom Ivy had allowed Tommy to lick her cunt or fuck her cunt. The boy had grown to be an avid cunt lapper. He had become an addict over blow-jobs; he and Jimmy became regulars around the Crane household. Sometimes Ivy and her mother would put on a lesbian show for the boys-everything was free and easy with the boys. Yet, sometimes Ivy suffered pangs of guilt. Once, when she felt guilty, she visited Mary and her dildo. Perhaps a painful ass-fuck will bring me back to my senses. Ivy would tell herself.
Mary was always glad to see Ivy. And when Ivy told her what she wanted, Mary was happy to oblige. Mary told Ivy that when she had confronted her lesbianism she'd felt the same way. She said she knew a girl who required a severe whipping before she was able to go to bed with another woman, yet she hated men. "Perhaps you need a whipping." Mary said in jest.
"NO!" Ivy exclaimed. "I wouldn't want my body marked."
"Maybe a spanking?"
Ivy found the idea of a spanking quite arousing. "That might be just the thing," she told Mary.
Quickly, both women undressed down to panties and bras. Ivy put the palm of her hand to Mary's crotch and found it wet with her pussy juice. "Can't wait to get at my ass, huh?"
Solemnly, Mary whined, "I love your ass." And she drew Ivy into an embrace and cupped both of Ivy's ass cheeks in her hands.
"Ooooohhhh, you're a naughty woman," Ivy squealed.
Mary's manner changed quickly-she grew stern.
She sat down on the sofa and ordered Ivy to drape herself over her lap.
Thinking that maybe she might be carrying this thing a little too far, Ivy pleaded, "This is my first erotic spanking, please be kind."
Mary just pointed a stiff finger at her lap and said, "Down!"
Ivy positioned herself over the tops of Mary's thighs, her belly was crushed atop Mary's right thigh while her crotch was over the woman's left thigh. Ivy felt her panties being taken down, being left at the hollows of her knees. Ivy had to balance herself on the palms of her hands so she wouldn't slide off of Mary's lap. She felt Mary's soft hand roaming over her ass cheeks, the woman's fingers were playing in Ivy's ass crease. The flighty fingers found and stroked Ivy's sensitive asshole. As soon as the fingers touched her secret spot, Ivy went limp. As the fingers prodded and poked at her asshole she grew more listless. She whimpered softly. Ivy always felt this way when her ass was touched; she always felt as if she were being ravished, taken, being used. But just as she was beginning to enjoy the light strokings, they stopped. Seconds later, Mary's open hand crashed down upon Ivy's resilient assflesh.
"OWWWWHHHH!" Ivy shrieked, her behind quaking and bouncing upon Mary's hot thighs.
Again the heavy female hand descended upon the defenseless ass.
"EEEoooooo!" Ivy wailed, now trying to squirm off of Mary's lap. "You're hurting me," she wept.
Mary said nothing, she just held on to Ivy and spanked her fanny until it glowed pink and felt hot to the touch, then she let Ivy roll down her legs to the floor. "How do you feel now, you bad girl?"
Ivy was crying so hard that she couldn't answer the woman's question. She lay on her tummy and rubbed her flaming ass cheeks with her hands. As she sobbed and rubbed, she noticed that her guilt was gone! While her ass burned, her pussy glowed with sexual warmth. She rolled onto her back, gazed up at Mary, and croaked, "I need your cock."
Mary ran into her bedroom and returned in a few seconds with the dildo fastened about her hips. In a flash she was kneeling between Ivy's thighs, turning Ivy over and pulling her up onto her knees.
Ivy smiled to herself and salaciously waved her livid ass at Mary.
Mary studied her handiwork. The middle of each of Ivy's ass cheeks was pink with palm-prints, in the crease of Ivy's ass was her pulsing asshole, and below her asshole were Ivy's drooping pussy lips. Mary put her hands upon the woman's bottom, pulled apart the taut ass cheeks, and nudged the head of the pink dildo against Ivy's puckered anal muscle. Without any lubrication at all, Mary began pushing the head of the dildo past Ivy's resisting anus.
"Stick me!" Ivy shrieked back at Mary. "Ram my ass with your cock."
Mary let the plastic cock penetrate the asshole slowly; she was in no hurry to end this delightful encounter. She felt the muscle giving in to the constant pressure, felt the head of the prick easing past the tight muscle-ring to invade Ivy's rectal sheath.
"Unnnnhhhh," Ivy groaned as the dong moved into her ass. "Fill me."
It had been a tight fit, but now the thick dildo was being hugged by Ivy's asshole, Mary could hardly move the thing back and forth.
"I love it," Ivy moaned back at the female sodomist. "Ooohhnnnn, more, more."
Mary began to screw the gyrating ass in earnest, the dildo was soon sliding easily back and forth in the liquid sheath. Sometimes, Mary would plunge the dildo all the way up Ivy's rear and crush her crotch against Ivy's jiggling buttocks.
"Oh God! It's beautiful," Ivy whimpered, fucking her steaming ass back on the persistent dildo. "Bang me. Fuck my ass. Screw me," Ivy begged. Her whole body writhed as if she were being beaten.
Sensing Ivy's mood, Mary began to castigate the squirming teacher. "You're a filthy no good slut."
"Oh yes," Ivy wept, knowing that she was a slut and more. She knew she was a corrupt, perverted bitch. She was a miserable being who had corrupted young girls and boys; she was deserving of this punishment and more. "Hurt me, I deserve it," Ivy mewled back at Mary who started to pound Ivy's back with closed fists. "Yes, yes, more," Ivy whimpered.
Ivy felt possessed by a lustful demon; she had no control over her actions or speech-she was mad for pain. The room was filled with the sounds of grunts, slaps, punches, deep breathings. Ivy squirmed, shook, gyrated through a hectic mirage of complexes and drives. Her sexual tension grew and grew until her body convulsed in a tremendously satisfying orgasmic contraction. Both women fell forward on the bed.
Sometime later, Mary slowly pulled the dildo out of Ivy's spastic rear. She rolled Ivy onto her back and straddled the listless woman's torso. Mary presented the seamy dildo to Ivy's lips.
The gesture didn't embarrass Ivy-a knowing smile crossed her face-and she touched the dildo with her tongue.
"Clean it good," Mary ordered.
Ivy shivered, her stomach knotted, and she whisked her tongue all about the fetid dildo. Ivy knew that it was right that she be treated this way-she deserved nothing better. This oral punishment was for her own good-it was character-building.
Mary was proud of her obvious conquest. She had always enjoyed stories dealing with masters and slaves; now she was a master and had her own slave. She decided to see how far she could go at this new game. She turned around on Ivy's body and pushed her ass at Ivy's face. Reaching back with her hands to part her ass cheeks, she commanded, "Lick my asshole, slave."
Ivy found herself enjoying the degenerative situation, her psychological makeup called for a woman like Mary. To Ivy, this form of treatment was exactly what she needed, wanted, and thrilled to. As if she were one of the lowest creatures on earth, Ivy gazed worshipfully into the slightly hairy crease, stared fixedly at the puckered anal opening. Lately, Ivy had noticed that she displayed a marked preference for the nether regions of her partners. She didn't consider her need to worship asses to be perverted or filthy. It was a need which she had to fulfill to feel good. If her partners considered it a dirty act and a way of degrading her, Ivy didn't mind because such intellectualizations meant nothing to her. Ivy only knew that she felt good when she humbled herself and that was all that mattered to her.
Mary cooed softly as Ivy's finger stroked over her anticipating asshole. She dropped her head between Ivy's outstretched thighs when she felt Ivy's delicate fingers pull apart her quivering buns and push her tonguetip right up into her asshole. Mary opened her bottom to the probing tongue.
She purred like a kitten being stroked. She became a slave to the insistent tongue.
Ivy swirled her tongue around inside the woman's body. The acrid scent of the woman filtered into her nose-whipped her into seeking further degradation. She fucked the steaming hole with her tongue while Mary's tongue worshiped at Ivy's twat. Ivy pushed three fingers up into Mary's sloppy gash, now she was fucking Mary's cunt with her fingers while she fucked her asshole with her tongue.
Both cunts clipped at the objects which were inserted in them. Mary's asshole clenched and loosened about Ivy's tongue. The rhythm of the oral fuck was well under way, it had become a furious fuck. It was a fuck filled with violence and tender caring. Both bodies danced and squirmed. Fingers and tongues acting like miniature pricks and sawed back and forth in wet body cavities until both women cried out in delirious fulfillment.