Chapter 20
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."