Chapter 4

Back in class on Monday morning, the weekend seemed like a surrealistic dream to Ivy. She knew it had happened, yet couldn't explain to herself why she had allowed it to happen. It was difficult for her to concentrate on her teaching responsibilities because she found herself gazing surreptitiously at her students. She scrutinized the girls as well as the boys. Her curious nature was trying to catch a glimpse of thighs or panties with the girls, while she found herself looking for bulges in the boys' pants. She was mentally trying to guess which boy had the largest cock. Throughout these surreptitious activities she felt her breasts swelling within the confines of her already tight brassiere. She could also feel her cunt leaking and moistening the crotch of her panties. I must be sick, she told herself. How can this be happening to me? and she could no longer go back to being the prim and proper school teacher that she had once been. She was a new person now. She had new desires, a new potential, she was a new woman. She experienced the urge to fuck her whole class of thirty students!

"Is everything all right, Miss Crane?" A male voice broke into Ivy's reverie.

Ivy turned her head to face the door to her classroom. Mister Daniels, the principal, had his head and upper torso peeking through the door. "Oh, yes, sure," Ivy said to the older man. She knew that Daniels had a yen for her, he was always asking her out. Once, in his car, as the both of them were sitting quietlv and discussing the future of education in America, he pulled his dick out of his pants. He wanted Ivy to jerk him off, but Ivy began crying and begging him to take her home. But before he drove her home, he made her watch him jerk off. Right there in the front seat of his car, Ivy was forced to watch the old geezer drop his load. For days after the incident she couldn't look him in the eyes. He had tried and tried then to earn her forgiveness.

"I'd like to see you in my office on your lunch break, Miss Crane."

"Uh, yes, of course, sir," Ivy said to him.

"Good, I'll see you then," Mister Daniels said as he stepped back and disappeared down the hall.

Ivy noticed that Fay was looking at her with one of her sardonic smiles filling her pretty face. The girl's manner caused Ivy to squirm in her seat.

Several times during the lesson Ivy caught Fay with her hand under her skirt. Sometimes she even deliberately raised her skirt and scooted forward on her seat to show Ivy that she wasn't wearing panties. Much to her chagrin, Ivy found herself staring at the brown muff hungrily. She experienced the urge to placate herself before the girl and wash her tonuge over the furry furrow. She wanted to do it now, with the whole class watching her strive to give the girl pleasure. Fay continued her antics right up till the end of the period and the beginning of Ivy's lunch break.

Fay was the last of Ivy's students to get up. Ivy stood up and moved half-way to the door. She felt Fay's palm pat her fanny lightly. "See you later, teach," the girl chuckled and left the room.

It is starting, Ivy told herself. She knew that soon she would lose all of Fay's respect. The tables had been turned-she was now the student, and the kids were her teachers. There was no way back. The same thing had happened with Eve-she was now Ivy's master. Ivy didn't want to lose face in her classroom, but she still wanted to be screwed by the boys and girls. She knew that sooner or later only one of these desires would become paramount in her existence. There was no hope for mutual co-existence.

Ivy felt a sinking feeling in her stomach when she entered Mister Daniel's elegantly furnished office. Not even looking up at her from his huge oak desk, he told her to sit down. Ivy always felt insignificant in the presence of her social superiors ... she didn't know why.

"I want to talk about us," the graying man said.

Ivy met his gaze for the first time in weeks. His brown eyes were soft, seemed sincere. She saw the man not as a principal but as a male. His thick eye-brows rose up as he spoke, his square eyes focused upon her face, and his thick nostrils flared as he breathed. His stiff lips pressed tightly together when he closed them, he seemed to be always biting down on something. He didn't seem so frightening now as he had been in his car. His age was the only thing that made Ivy wary. There was something about older men which scared Ivy; they were too experienced to suit her.

"Well?" he asked.

"Well, what about us, Mister Daniels?" Ivy asked in a formal tone of voice.

"I'm really sorry about that night," he explained.

For all of his apologies, Ivy didn't trust him. She thought she saw him smiling insincerely. "I behaved rudely."

She agreed with him, but told him all the apologies in the world couldn't help their relationship because she told him that she didn't like him. "Can I go now?"

His eyes blazing, the man jumped up from his seat and grabbed at her, drawing her into a suffocating embrace and planting a crushing kiss upon her lightly painted lips. When he wouldn't free her, Ivy crashed her knee up into his groin, crushing his balls between her knee and his crotch. He loosened his hold on her and yelped, "AAAGGGHHH!"

"We women have come a long way, baby, we can play rough, too."

Holding his hands to his smarting groin, he croaked at her, "I'll get even, bitch."