Chapter 3
Eve told Ivy that the Devil's Helpers was a gang of teenage boys and girls who dug motorcycles. The leader of the gang was a dropout named Johnathon Q. Hortens, but everyone called him Johnny Q. Johnny Q's parents owned half the town.
Eve said that Johnny was a typical well-to-do rebel. He was the one who paid the rent on the Devil's Helpers clubhouse. Eve said that Johnny Q. was anxious to meet Ivy. Eve didn't tell Ivy about Johnny's hate of school and of teachers. She couldn't bring herself to tell Ivy of Johnny's hate for all authority figures for fear that Ivy might back out.
"And when does this special initiation take place?" Ivy wanted to know. "Tonight," Eve said.
"I can't go tonight, I have test papers to correct," Ivy countered.
Eve told Ivy that her sexual education was much more important than correcting test papers.
Ivy paced the floor of her room as she argued with Eve, but the girl wouldn't budge from her position. Finally, Ivy agreed to go to the clubhouse, but only for a couple of hours.
At the clubhouse, which was a store with a back room, Ivy was introduced to Johnny Q. He was a tall and good looking boy with a leather jacket on and two young girls hanging on each of his arms. He possessed a piercing gaze and had an authoritative tone to his voice.
The two females were named Gail and Fay. Fay attended one of Ivy's classes. Pangs of guilt knotted Ivy's nervous stomach. Self-consciously, she looked around the room. There was an unmade single bed at the rear of the room and a small desk with a chair near the door where she was standing. Against one wall were leaning several fold-up chairs. Ivy felt that she couldn't perform if Fay was going to stay. And when she told Eve of her decision, Eve told her to calm down and not to worry. Eve shut the door and pushed Ivy toward the center of the room.
Johnny Q. suggested that they should all undress so they could be comfortable. A nervous tremor ran through Ivy's body. She watched Johnny Q. and the two girls begin to undress. Her heart did flip-flops. She turned her face toward Eve. Shame welled up inside of her body. Why did I come? she asked herself. She was supposed to be older and wiser than these kids. She was supposed to be teaching them right from wrong. Yet she was here to get fucked. It made no sense to her. "I want to go," she told Eve. She heard the others laugh at her remark. Johnny Q., half naked by this time, moved in front of her and he said, "No, no, mama." The boy's stern eyes frightened Ivy. She was even more frightened when he slapped her across the face.
"Heeeeeey!" Ivy yelped as her head was thrown to one side, causing her hair to veil her face. "You fuckin' punk," she spat.
"PUNK!" The boy shouted. "Just get your clothes off, teach, you ain't going nowhere."
Again Ivy turned toward Eve for reassurance, but the girl said nothing, just clasped her hands in front of her crotch and watched.
"Get the clothes off or I'll really get rough," Johnny warned.
Ivy found her trembling fingers moving toward the top button of her green blouse. When she had opened the blouse at the front, she pulled the garment out of her skirt and drew it off her quivering arms. Not wishing to leave her breasts unprotected, she left her bra on and unzipped her black skirt instead.
She looked up once and saw Johnny leering at her body. The sight of the boy sickened her. He scared her. After stepping out of the circle of her skirt, she took her low-heeled shoes off. This left her wearing her bra, garter belt, panties, and sheer stockings.
"C'mon, c'mon," Johnny coaxed.
Not being able to delay the moment of truth any longer, Ivy undid the clasp of her bra and freed her breasts.
"Nice tits," Johnny commented.
At another time or another place Ivy might have been flattered by the boy's remark, but here and now the remark seemed vulgar.
Reluctantly, Ivy's fingers fitted themselves into the elastic waistband of her lime colored panties and pushed them down over her pale green garter belt. They all watched her as she bent over to take the panties from her feet. Ivy could feel the heat in her cheeks, knew she was blushing, could still feel the tingling sting of his slap.
"Wow!" Johnny exclaimed when he got a look at Ivy's blonde pussy-patch. He couldn't wait to stick her with his meat.
Fay approached Ivy and told the woman that she had a delicious looking pussy. Ivy turned even more scarlet. Fay had destroyed the psychological distance which was usually set up between student and teacher. Fay had placed them both on the same psychological and social level with her remark. She made Ivy feel like a tramp-destroyed all of the woman's psychological defenses.
As Ivy took off her garter belt and stockings, Johnny took off his boots and jeans. He stood before Ivy with his hands on his hips and his large cock wagging up and down as it jutted up proudly from his hairy groin. His brutal looking prick was every bit as large as Ted's, and it was thicker.
"On your knees, teach," Johnny told Ivy.
Fear sweeping through her naked body, Ivy moved slowly toward the cruel teenager. Her esthetic sense was outraged with this whole scene, yet currents of a sexual nature were filling her groin. She found herself looking at the bearded youth through eyes clouded with rising desire. His long hair, beard and mustache combined to give him a Biblical look. And his stiff prick looked almost like the staff of life itself. She saw him smile confidently as she went to her knees before him. Ivy felt almost as if she were going to worship the boy.
Eve was pleased with the way Ivy accepted Johnny's dominance. This way Ivy would avoid being hurt.
Kneeling at the bearded stud's feet, with his huge organ nearly poking her in one eye, Ivy inclined her head upward to look at the wryly smiling youth. He seemed so tall to her in this position. His body seemed massive and strong. He appeared to be made out of stone, like a statue.
His hand went to his groin and he took hold of his cock at its root. He drew the dripping head of his prick over Ivy's quivering bottom lip. He smeared his fluid over her lips. The sensuous movement of his member over her lip did strange things to Ivy's psyche-she experienced the impulse to suck on his dick, she wanted to taste his semen. She felt like a little girl, felt confused like her first time with Eve, yet she was powerless to stop any of this.
Johnny eased the bulbous head of his swollen prick between Ivy's slightly parted, slightly slick lips. Ivy allowed the thick meat to move into her mouth, found that she'd been secretly wanting this to happen. One part of her mind called her a whore, yet one part wanted more! Through Eve's tutelage, Ivy had learned to enjoy pleasing others with her mouth. And now she wanted to please Johnny.
She closed her eyes to better savor the taste and feel of the throbbing flesh tube in her slowly sucking mouth. As she sucked, she placed her hands palms down upon either of her thighs. She allowed the boy to slide his bone back and forth over her tongue.
While Ivy sucked on Johnny's hot rod, Gail and Fay stood on both sides of her. The two lovely, nimble-fingered teenagers were soon handling Ivy's dangling boobs. Ivy made no effort to halt the lesbianic assault upon her body. And soon Johnny was sliding his cock back and forth in Ivy's mouth as if it were a juicy cunt. With deliberate strokes, he fucked her mouth. Ivy felt his cock sliding liquidly over her tongue, caressing her cheeks, tickling the entrance to her throat. Her mouth was ovaled uncomfortably around his moving prick, yet his movements added to her own cuntal excitement. For some perverted reason she felt good about her position. Ivy was tired of giving orders and wanted to take them for a change.
The hot odor of the boy's crotch gave Ivy the feeling that she was an animal. She felt reduced in status and prestige.
Opening her eyes, Ivy admired the youngster's supple belly and thighs. His heavy crop of pubic hair tickled her nose each time he drove his cock into her mouth. She clasped his muscular thighs with her hands-holding on to him as though she didn't want him to stop screwing her mouth. Ivy was enjoying everyone on his manly thrusts. She found herself longing for him to discharge.
Meanwhile Fay and Gail had knelt down on either side of Ivy's body. Fay put her hand to Ivy's supercharged pussy while Gail began to suck one of Ivy's heaving tits.
Ivy felt her pussy give-down juice as the girl's fingers began their inquisitive caresses. She moved her chest forward to push more of her tit into Gail's mouth. Melting under Gail's manipulations, Ivy opened her mouth even more to Johnny's pistoning cock. "Ummnn," she heard herself groan like some spaced-out groupie. She felt Johnny's hand upon her head, he was patting her head as if she were a dog who had just fetched him his slippers.
Johnny liked blondes, but hated teachers. He gloated to himself for the way he was treating this gorgeous woman. He didn't see Ivy as a real person; she was a symbol. She symbolized subservience to him. Women were nothing to Johnny; he'd always degraded his women because he knew they wanted it that way.
Suddenly, Johnny's pelvis shot forward, driving his exploding prick to the back of Ivy's mouth. Ivy choked and coughed but managed to swallow his heavy globs of sperm. Ivy was becoming an addict where oral sex was concerned.
Being pent up with unreleased sexual tension, Ivy offered no protest when the girls stretched her out on the carpeted floor of the clubhouse. One girl drew Ivy's arms above her head while the other one scissored open her thighs. Ivy watched with rapt fascination as Fay ran her fingers through her downy snatch. Ivy wondered if the girl had ever thought that one day she would be feeling up her English teacher!
Ivy watched Gail kneel down and begin sucking at her voluptuous bosom. The girl sucked vigorously at Ivy's turgid nipple, making it throb with hot sexual excitement. Ivy closed her eyes to fully enjoy the girls' caresses. The thought that she might be a full-fl-edged lesbian no longer troubled her.
Ivy felt Fay's fingers parting the swollen lips of her cunt, then her fingers were slipping up into Ivy's body. The fingers probed and stroked the sloppy insides of Ivy's twat, causing Ivy to gasp out in uninhibited delight. Fay then leaned down her head, letting her black hair sweep over Ivy's twat, causing Ivy to gasp out in uninhibited delight. Fay then leaned down her head, letting her black hair sweep over Ivy's thighs, and kissed Ivy's relaxed tummy. Shivers of desire swept through Ivy's undulating body. She felt Fay's tonguetip digging at her navel. Ivy was afraid that the two girls might bump heads in their sensual exuberance. The girls looked at one another and kissed. As she watched the three females at work, Eve dropped her clothes and jammed two fingers up into her own leaking cunt.
The door to the room opened and two more boys entered the room. Seeing that the orgy had begun without them, Rob and Rodney shucked out of their clothes. Watching the three females going at it on the floor, they began pulling at their swelling cocks.
Johnny was recuperating off in one corner of the room. He smiled and parted his legs when Eve knelt down behind him and pushed her face between the cheeks of his ass.
Fay and Gail broke their deep kiss and began working upon Ivy's body again. Gail sucked at r Ivy's tits while Fay licked her tongue through Ivy's sloppy cunt. They soon had Ivy's pelvis moving incessantly, had her head tossing back and forth as her passion rose. Soon Ivy lost control of her bodily movements; she squirmed like a frightened snake, her hips lifted, she bit into the back of her hand, then felt globs of sperm pelting her body-Rob and Rodney had jerked off over her.
The filth of the moment consumed her. Ivy felt good about the whole thing. She even experienced her own orgasm.
Johnny Q. inched closer to Ivy's body, taking Eve with him. He too shot a load of cock juice over Ivy's body.
Ivy wallowed in the mind-boggling degradation. She found she enjoyed it. Being humiliated by those younger than herself seemed to satisfy a deep need in her emotional makeup.
Fay and Gail massaged the semen into Ivy's flesh; they even soaked her face with it. Throughout it all, Ivy smiled in contentment. This whole thing had become a fantastic learning experience for Ivy. She hoped that she would soon have her sister's degree of sexual sophistication.
Next, the girls helped Ivy to her feet, bent her over the desk near the door. They tied Ivy's wrists to either side of the desk, then tethered her ankles, as well. "Hey!" Ivy protested weakly. "Let me go," and she struggled halfheartedly against her bonds.
"Shut up, teach," Johnny Q. told her. "You're gonna really get a taste of cock."
"Don't hurt me," Ivy pleaded. She was afraid of being disfigured or being hurt internally. After all, they were only kids and didn't know what damage they could cause.
"Don't worry, hon," Eve crooned to Ivy, "this is just part of your education."
Gail took a plastic jar of Vaseline from one of the desk drawers and gave it to Johnny. Johnny dipped two fingers into the oily jelly and smeared the gooey cream throughout the crack of Ivy's ass.
"What're you going to do to me?" Ivy croaked.
"We're gonna fuck your teacher's ass," Johnny told the squirming woman.
"Oh, no, please don't," Ivy begged when she felt the round head of his cock pressing against her nervous asshole. "You're too big!" She called back to him, hoping to dissuade him.
Johnny pushed the head of his dick against her rubbery asshole, but she was too tight for him to enter easily. But this condition was to his liking, he would now have to force his attentions on her.
"Unngghh," Ivy grunted as the huge cock tried to enter her. He continued to prod, to push, to try and force himself into her rectum. "No, please," Ivy whimpered, but she knew no one was paying any attention to her.
Finally, his insistent thrusts were forcing her tight asshole to give; the massive head of his prick stretched apart her anus and he drove his organ all the way into her rectum. "AAAGGGHHH!" Ivy gasped as the fleshy baseball bat filled her jiggling bottom. He started to screw her immediately, not even giving her time to get used to the thick rod. Her asshole was stretched critically; she felt it would tear. Fiery pain consumed her backside. This was a strange new feeling to her, it was far more painful than having her cherry broken. It also seemed to deprive her of even a shred of her individualness. She felt battered and used, completely at his mercy. She tried to wriggle free but every movement of her ass only aided his efforts. Her fingers gripped the legs of the desk tightly. Ivy had never felt this helpless before. She had never suffered so much before. "Let me go," she cried as his cock slammed back and forth in her searing asshole. Her body flopped and banged against the heavy wooden desk. She felt him raking her back with his short fingernails. She hoped he wouldn't mar the skin of her back.
Pressure built up in her rectum as Johnny continued to fuck Ivy's ass. She felt full as if she had to use the toilet. She felt skewered, her rectum was full and hot. Ivy was amazed that he'd gotten all of his prick into her.
Johnny enjoyed the way the blonde teacher struggled throughout his assault on her ass; this was how he liked his women to behave. He enjoyed conquering a female, putting her in her place, making her into a groveling slut. He enjoyed causing women pain-hurting them made him feel powerful. He laughed to himself seeing this struggling schoolteacher on her belly over the desk, with her hands and feet tied-helpless-as he plowed her juicy asshole with his cock. Every cry of pain and discomfort pleased him. Each time she cried out, he plunged even harder into her ass.
"Ungghhhhh," Ivy squealed. Her tortured body danced and squirmed under his brutal onslaught. She tugged at her bonds, trying to break free, to get out from under him. But as she struggled, her body was aglow with the pressure of sexual excitement. She was on the verge of spending. Ivy was confused, her mind went in one direction while her body took another direction. Having her asshole screwed by this unsympathetic thug disgusted her, but he also had her aroused. She wondered if she was a slut, a pervert! She was convinced that she was when she heard herself beg, "Fuck me. Fuck my hot ass, Johnny."
Johnny laughed to himself. At seventeen, he knew a lot about the psychological makeup of women; knew how they really wanted to be treated, knew that they were all pigs-whores masquerading as respectable women. Johnny never had to work hard to get a woman, they were always there to do his bidding. He was spoiled.
Brashly, Johnny stabbed his cock all the way into Ivy's butt, making her yelp. Yet, Ivy helped him as he screwed her. She moved her behind for him. The desk shook with his efforts as his furry groin banged into the flesh of her ass. He grabbed at her, digging his fingers into her sides, his cock was all the way up her ass, his body lay heavily on top of hers. She felt his cock swell and throb several times, then felt him spray her rectum with hot cock-juice. She trembled but didn't come herself.
A few seconds after he had finished coming in her behind, Johnny eased his shrinking cock from her clenching asshole.
Another boy took Johnny Q's place behind Ivy. "Oh, no," she cried to herself when she felt the strange prick pushing into her already fucked behind. "It hurts, it burns," she shouted back at the new boy. He paid no attention to her, his cock slipped easily into her burning butt. Feeling her squishy asshole being plugged again, a feeling of excitement went through her body. Her body was betraying her-it wanted this to happen.
"Ride her, Bob," Johnny said.
Ivy could hear Bob's cock moving within her sloshy hole. She felt icky. Sperm oozed out of her stuffed asshole. It was not an esthetically pleasing fuck. She could smell stale semen, could smell herself-it sickened her, yet excited her. Ivy was confused. She was not reacting properly. She began responding feverishly to the new cock. But before she could bring on her own come, Bob flooded her backside with his cream.
Ivy was disappointed when the boy pulled out of her ass. She felt deserted, wanted her own pleasure. Ivy didn't have much time to feel sorry for herself because Rodney lifted up her head and forced his swollen prick into her mouth. She was forced to suck his prick for several minutes before he left her mouth and visited her ass. "AAAGGGHHH!" Ivy wailed as Rodney jammed his meat up her rear. Her asshole was becoming numb from all of the irritating back and forth movements-and she still hadn't gone off. Her asshole was sore. Fortunately, Rodney didn't take long to get his rocks off. Ivy felt as though she'd just been given a four-quart enema.
Sometime later, Ivy was untied and allowed to use the toilet at the clubhouse. Eve then informed Ivy that she had more lessons to learn. Ivy wondered what else they could teach her, she figured she'd been through it all by now. But when Eve led her back into the room, Ivy saw that the three boys were kneeling up on the desk with their naked asses pointed in her direction. What now? Ivy asked herself. She wished she could just faint and put an end to this madness.
"Kiss each asshole," Eve told Ivy.
Ivy was dumfounded, the girl couldn't possibly mean what she'd just said. "But-"she protested.
"Do it!" Eve said sternly.
"I can't," Ivy blurted at her sister. Why is she doing this to me? Ivy asked herself. "No!" Ivy said, looking Eve straight in the eyes. "Okay, Fay," Eve said.
Ivy turned and saw Fay advancing on her with an ugly black many-thonged whip in her hand. Fay was smiling sweetly as if she was going to enjoy her task. Ivy shivered, wondered if the girl would really use the whip. Confused, Ivy looked at the desk and then at Fay. She had to decide quickly. Fay brought her hand up and back, was about to strike Ivy across the back with the whip. "Okay!" shrieked Ivy. "I'll do it."
Ivy moved quickly to the desk and the three male asses. She headed for Johnny Q's ass first, although she didn't know who it was at the time. His behind looked smooth and girl-like. She could see his balls and limp prick hanging down between his thighs. The crack of his ass was loaded with coarse brown hair. With her hands, Ivy parted his cheeks so she could get at his anus. She turned her head sideways to look at Eve, wanting the girl to tell her that she didn't have to go through with the act.
"Kiss it," Eve ordered Ivy.
Disgusted with her inability to resist, Ivy pursed her lips and kissed the puckered hole.
"Oooooohhh," Johnny crooned and wriggled his behind against Ivy's mouth.
Knowing that it was Johnny that she had kissed made Ivy feel sick to her stomach. This was a terrible thing that she was doing; she'd never be able to live this down.
"Teach, you're a naughty woman," Johnny said.
Johnny's remarks made Ivy feel worse. She felt like a slut. Why am I doing this? she asked herself. But she knew that if she didn't do it, Fay would have used the whip. Even though she thought of herself as one of the lowest creatures on earth, she kissed the boy's asshole again.
"Ream him," Eve told Ivy.
Remembering the way Eve had tongued her asshole only a week or two ago, Ivy let the tip of her tongue play over the crinkled surface of Johnny's asshole. The boy shook his rear at Ivy.
"Inside!" he shouted back to Ivy.
Ivy hesitated, took her nose from his odorous crack to stare at Eve. Fay was heading for Ivy with the whip still in her hand.
"Make her stick her tongue inside," Johnny called out.
Seeing the ugly smile on Fay's face, noting how determined she seemed to be, Ivy poked her face back between the cheeks of the boy's ass. And even though she dipped the tip of her tongue between the boy's anal muscle, Fay struck Ivy with the whip. The blow wasn't meant to hurt, only to motivate Ivy. And Ivy was spurred on by the whip, her tongue was all the way into the boy's rear, her nose was jammed into the hairy flesh of his crack. She speared his asshole several times with her tongue.
Eve slipped her head under Johnny's body so she could take his rising cock into her mouth. The two females soon had the brash teenager at their mercy, he couldn't resist their mouthings-no potent male could. Johnny was soon fucking Eve's cooperative mouth, insistently digging his stiff cock back and forth in the wetness of her mouth.
"Right on, Miss Crane," Fay cheered, wishing that the educated tongue was buried deep in her own ass.
Ivy thought of herself as a freak in a sideshow. She was on display, was the center of erotic attention. She was the spark plug which ignited this whole group. This made her feel ambivalent. Her exhibitionistic tendencies were being satisfied but in the process her self respect was suffering The whole thing was disgustingly wrong, yet she was enjoying it! She understood that the others thought of her as a pig, they had toppled over her pedestal to prove that she was just a sex starved woman. Her mind was being pulled in two directions at the same time. For the first time in her life she was really knowing sexual pleasure, but in doing so she was selling her soul.
Seized by the need to please, Ivy parted the boy's ass cheeks even further and dug her tongue all the way up his butt. She began to fuck his asshole with her tongue. His stifled groans told her he loved it. She then withdrew from his hole and washed her tongue through his ass crack. She licked at his compact balls and he thrust forward, jamming his cock deeper into Eve's mouth. Ivy heard her sister gag, felt the boy's body tense, then heard the liquid sounds of his cock moving through a sea of his freshly ejaculated sperm. She heard Eve gulping down Johnny's sperm. For a brief moment she wanted it to be herself who was receiving his semen in her mouth.
Fay pulled Ivy's head back and moved her on to Bob, the next ass in line. Without hesitation this time, Ivy put her tongue to work at the new asshole. This time Eve took hold of Bob's rod so she could jerk him off as Ivy tongued his ass. When the quivering boy finally shot his load into Eve's fist, she forced Ivy to lick the sperm from the palm of her hand.
Ivy then licked Rodney's ass until he was ready to shoot, then she was forced to allow him to come in her mouth. She drank his semen gratefully.
Next, the girls wanted to be serviced by Ivy. As luck would have it, Fay was to be first. Fay chose to have Ivy suck out her ass. The gorgeous teenager climbed onto the desk, stuck her ass up, and waited for Ivy's tongue.
Forgetting that it was Fay who had plied her with the whip, Ivy took her place behind the taut adolescent rump. Parting the warm globes of flesh, Ivy examined the pink portal to the girl's bowels. Her fascination with female flesh gripped her and Ivy lowered her face into the acrid smelling crack of Fay's ass. She pressed her lips to the puckered muscle ring, then licked the tip of her tongue around the slit in the middle of the girl's asshole.
Carried away with her role of toilet slave, Ivy caressed the girl's smooth flanks with her hands. The girl tasted fresher than the boys had. It was a delight to service Fay, Ivy thought. I must be queer, Ivy told herself.
"Delicious," Fay swooned.
Ivy no longer cared that these kids didn't respect her at all, didn't give a damn that she was a teacher; to them she was a fuckable cunt. Ivy decided that she had been born to fuck and suck. She had just waited too long to find this out about herself.
When Fay felt that the school teacher had licked her ass sufficiently, she scrambled onto her back and had Ivy eat her pussy until she came.
After having licked the three boys and then serviced Fay, Ivy was completely frustrated. She had brought the four kids to orgasm, but had neglected her own body's demands. But as if Eve could read her sister's mind, she came to the rescue. Eve chased Fay off the desk and helped Ivy up onto it, then Eve attacked Ivy's overcharged cunt. Gail soon joined Eve in orally assaulting Ivy's supine body.
Ivy felt a round object prodding at her lips, and when she opened her passion-soaked eyes she saw Rodney trying to push his stiff cock into her mouth. Like a starving infant being offered a bottle, she swiftly parted her lips so he could slip he hot prick into her mouth. When the boy's cock finally shot his sperm into her mouth, Ivy found herself thinking of what was going to happen when she returned to her classroom and they all adopted their social roles once again. Feverishly, she swallowed down Rodney's delicious cock juices as if she were trying to quench a long-standing thirst. Ivy drank and came and drank and came for the next two hours.