Chapter 19
Ivy found an envelope on her desk. The note inside was from Mister Daniels, he wanted to see her at his place at eight o'clock that evening. She was right on time. Mister Daniels introduced her to a young and very attractive woman who, he said, was his wife Meg. Meg had brown frizzy hair, with a bewitching face and eyes that seemed to penetrate one's clothing and skin. Her lips were heavily coated with shiny white lip stick-she had that cover-girl look. The woman was wearing a mini-skirt and a silky see-through blouse. She had on black high heels and smoky colored nylons. She was an intriguing picture of femininity, totally erotic.
At first Ivy was a bit disturbed that she and Mister Daniels were not alone, but the woman's presence titillated Ivy's imagination.
Meg uncrossed her elegant looking legs, stood and offered Ivy her hand. So impressed with the woman's demeanor was Ivy, that she took the proffered hand in her own and lifted it to her lips.
Meg smiled at Ivy in a superior manner. "She's everything you said she was, Fred," Meg told her husband. "She will do nicely."
Do nicely for what? Ivy asked herself.
Meg walked slowly around Ivy's body, examining every square inch of Ivy's loveliness. Ivy felt like a hunk of cheese hanging from the ceiling in an Italian delicatessen. She felt the woman's fingers touching her body. The fingers gripped Ivy's garment-covered tits and squeezed them firmly.
"Are they real, child?" Meg asked.
"They're real, love," Fred Daniels told his wife.
Ivy noted a change in Mister Daniels' demeanor, the man appeared like a whining child. He was no longer the impervious, sarcastic, power-monger that Ivy had come to know. It was as if Meg was his mother and not his wife.
"Take off your clothes, my dear," Meg ordered Ivy.
Ivy felt the crotch of her panties becoming moist. Masterful, strong-willed women always affected Ivy this way. Though she was a responsible adult, Ivy would like nothing better than to become the child of a dominant woman. She wanted to be free of all of life's worries and responsibilities, wanted someone else to make all of her decisions for her.
Ivy took off her blouse. Meg stopped her when she reached back to unhitch her bra. "I'll do that, dear."
When the bra fell down Ivy's body, Meg stepped in front of Ivy, took hold of her by her shoulders and examined the front of Ivy's body.
"They're real," Meg crooned.
"I told you, love," Fred said softly as if he were afraid of his wife.
"Shut up and just watch," Meg said sternly.
"Y-Yes, love," the man stammered.
Ivy couldn't understand the change which had come over Mister Daniels. The man who ran a whole high school was like a sniveling child in the presence of his wife.
Meg squeezed and manipulated Ivy's naked tits. She stared into Ivy's face, watching for signs of sexual arousal. She ran her thumbs over the hardening nipples of Ivy's breasts. Ivy's heart was pounding, her bosom heaved rapidly-the breast fondling was getting to her.
Suddenly , Meg stepped backward, letting go of Ivy's tits. "Off with the skirt."
As if she were a robot obeying her master's commands, Ivy's fingers flew to the zipper of her skirt. Afraid to speak for fear she might break this erotic spell, Ivy said nothing as she stepped out of her skirt.
"Ah, a garter belt!" Meg said. "So many women today are not aware of the allure of the garter belt.
My husband adores them ... he has an absolute fetish about them." Meg went on to explain that her husband liked to jerk off while she made it with another woman. She said that she and her husband were mate-swappers and that they belonged to a national swap club.
Ivy was angry with the man. He was a hypocrite. He, too, was involved in outlaw sexual behavior, yet he had come down hard on her concerning her activities.
Meg's palm covered Ivy's panty-clad pussy. "Why, you're wet and ready, dear." Meg announced.
"Uh, yes," Ivy sighed, pushing her swollen pussy into the woman's hand.
"Let me take down your panties and let your hot pussy breathe," Meg crooned, bending at the knees and tugging the panties down Ivy's quivering legs. She put her fingers to Ivy's leaking twat.
"Ohhhnnn," Ivy moaned.
Meg stood up, kissed Ivy's lips as she rubbed the palm of her hand over Ivy's mushy slit.
Ivy's body melted into the other woman's vibrant flesh and clothes. Ivy wanted the woman naked, wanted to be on her knees with her mouth buried in Meg's love bush. But much to her surprise it was Meg who went to her knees and began lapping at Ivy's pussy. Meg's tongue was strong and deliberate, it cut through Ivy's snatch like a knife made of flesh. The quick tongue had Ivy groaning in no time at all-the woman was an expert with her mouth. Meg's fingers dug into Ivy's backside, they searched through Ivy's hot ass crack. Ivy tensed as the persistent fingers found and began penetrating her sensitive asshole. Just as two darling fingers slipped up into her behind, Ivy's cunt shot off, and Meg's mouth lapped up the oozing come.
Before she had time to recover, Ivy pulled Meg to her feet. She thanked the woman verbally, then dropped to her knees to return the favor.
By this time, Fred Daniels had undressed and was pulling at his prick as he watched the two women making it.
Ivy mashed her face into the fresh smelling twat of Meg Daniels. She began slowly, there was no rush. She wanted to show the older woman that she knew how to please. Ivy let her tongue slice upward through the juicy groove. She let the tip of her tongue touch the piping clit and as Meg's fingers twisted into Ivy's blonde hair, Ivy clasped the woman's clit fiercely with her lips. Ivy's soft but insistent tongue laved eagerly at Meg's cunt until she had the woman's hips bucking.
Carried away with the violence of the experience, Meg called her husband to her side and made him suck her tit. Meg released Ivy's hair and grasped her husband's stiff cock in her hand. She rapidly jerked her husband off. It took only a few seconds for him to fill her fist with sexual fluid.
She quickly pulled Ivy to her feet, their eyes met and a hostile smile formed on Meg's face. Meg held her open palm under Ivy's bottom lip.
The odor of fresh sperm wafted into Ivy's nostrils.
"Eat it," Meg ordered.
Like a young girl obeying her mother's command, Ivy dipped the tip of her tongue into the rapidly cooling liquid. She licked up the cream, then lapped the hand lovingly. If she were a believer in love-at-first-sight, then Ivy knew it was happening to her. Meg was the perfect person for Ivy. Ivy loved the way the woman took her for granted. Ivy felt she would do anything to please the dominant woman, even humiliate herself as she was doing right now.
And in the weeks that followed Ivy was given every opportunity to prove her love. Meg became a relentless mentor; she trained Ivy as if she were an animal. She even suggested that Ivy bring around some of her young boyfriends.
Ivy knew it was truly love because she was always jealous when Meg made it with another female. Sometimes she would cry herself to sleep because she couldn't have exclusive rights to Meg's body. When she confided in Eve concerning her love for Meg, Eve laughed. Eve told Ivy to grow up and to stop acting like a love-sick puppy. But Ivy couldn't help herself. No amount of intellectual persuasion could do away with her body needs.
In time, Ivy began losing interest in her job, no amount of cocksucking could keep her from wanting Meg. It was definitely love. She decided to confess her feelings to Meg. She kept seeing the woman's taunting face before her eyes all day long. She fantasised about the woman's wondrous tits, the voluminous ass, the delicately painted toenails which she had kissed many, many times. She saw the slim legs, the taut thighs, and the elegantly furred muff. She could almost smell the woman's exciting flesh, could almost taste the woman's hot pussy cream. Ivy masturbated several times a day to these crazy fantasies.
Many times in the past Ivy had stayed late after school to correct papers and prepare her lessons. Lately, she was forced to stay after school many more times than usual because of her lack of enthusiasm. While she was seated at her desk correcting papers, she heard clanking and swishing noises in the hall. It was the janitor, he was mopping the hallway.
"Evening, Miss Crane," the old man called out to her when she stepped into the hall to investigate the noises.
"Uh, yes, good evening, Mister-"
"Name's Clover, ma'am."
"Yes, Mister Clover."
"Can I have a word with yuh, ma'am?" the old man asked. "Sure."
The gaunt old man smoothed his hand back over his white hair, pushing it toward the back of his head. Without mincing any words, he told her he had seen her when she screwed her whole class. He told her not to worry, however, because he wasn't about to say anything ... he wanted to make a deal. He stroked his grizzly chin with his fingers and said, "Yuh see, ma'am, at my age I don't get too much nooky."
"So?" Ivy probed.
"I figure, you fuck me and I won't screw you."
Ivy couldn't believe this conversation, he was anything but sexually attractive. I don't want to fuck with him, she told herself. He's an ugly old man! His face was etched with wrinkles, his hair was white, his nose was large and seemed to make up his whole face. She thought for a few minutes and then agreed to his deal.
"Good," the man grunted and took her by the hand to lead her back inside the classroom. "Strip," he told her once he propped his mop up against the blackboard.
"Here? now?" Ivy asked stupidly.
"Of course, we're all alone." He pulled down the window shades and locked the door, just in case.
Ivy cursed her impotence at moments like this. She wanted to tell the old bastard to go screw himself, but knew that she had been cornered into another blackmail situation. As he began to undress and his body came into view, she saw that he was altogether too skinny and too hairy. His chest was hairless and sunken in. His prick was a shriveled piece of flesh surrounded by a forest of greying pubic hair. The sight of him disgusted her. She felt the urge to retch.
When they were both naked, he forced her to her knees. He told her to lick his prick. Ivy felt even sicker now, but she touched his limp cock with the tip of her tongue. She captured the lifeless organ with her lips. She wondered how she was going to go through with this thing. Youth and age merging in the sexual embrace was an unholy act.
The man grumbled down at her. He told her to hurry up and make his out-of-practice cock hard.
Ivy tried every oral trick she knew, but still he failed to respond. She pushed a finger up into his skinny ass, licked his shrunken balls, lapped the length of his cock and got no reaction. He grew angry and blamed his impotence on her. He told her she wasn't pretty enough to arouse him. Ivy cursed at him and told him to suck his own flaccid cock.
Rage welling up in him, the man struck her across the face with the back of his hand. Ivy reeled to the floor, her hands flying to her stinging cheek. He scowled down at her and reached for his mop. He ran the cleaning portion of the wet mop over her face.
"Stop it, you fuckin' jerk!" she screamed at him.
The old man only laughed and continued mopping her wriggling body. She tried to roll away from him but he followed her with the mop.
He's crazy! Ivy said to herself. He was giggling like a maniac as he drew the dank mop up and down her body. When Ivy's gaze focused on him once again, she saw that his dick had erected. Her frantic struggles were exciting him-and something weird was happening to her own body, too. She wanted his cock now. She no longer saw an old skinny man; she saw a huge white prick.
The man turned the mop around and began jabbing the stick portion against her cunt. Groaning and moaning in a shameful manner, her body opened to the prodding stick and it moved easily into her wet hole. She found herself writhing and twisting as if she were being filled with a cock. She called out for his cock. She pleaded with him, begged the ugly old man for his massive prick.
Still leaving the handle in her cunt, the man knelt over Ivy's face and shoved his stiff rod between her lips. Ivy began sucking the cock immediately. She was starved for prick. He balanced himself on his hands and knees while he began fucking her drooling mouth with his turgid cock.
"Ungggghhh ... ahhggghhh ... eeggghhhh," Ivy squealed as the thick dong plugged her mouth and threatened to slip down her throat. As she writhed under his assault the mop handle moved inside her cunt. It felt as though there was a cock in her mouth and in her cunt. She found herself not paying any attention to the man's rank odor, to his smelly sweat. She made no value judgments. She only knew that he was a male and that his massive cock was fucking her mouth. There was no tomorrow, no today-there was only cock-big beautiful cock.
He was driving his prick back and forth in her mouth now. Ivy accepted and responded to every one of his brutal gestures. In time her mouth was flooded with his sperm. It overflowed her mouth and ran down her chin and neck. It must have been his first orgasm in a long time, she thought. She gulped down his watery sperm as her body shook with satisfaction. She couldn't face him when it was over, yet he held her close as if he were her father. He told her she had been the first woman to make him come in years.
Ivy was pleased.