Chapter 8
Sometimes Ivy felt like a pawn. She felt used in her newfound freedom! She didn't seem to have a mind of her own anymore. One day this point was brought home to her quite clearly when her afternoon class decided that they wanted to gang-bang her in the classroom. One boy locked the classroom door while the twenty-nine other boys and girls told Ivy to get undressed. Ivy tried to argue with them but their minds were made up; she had no choice in the matter.
Not liking the idea at all, but being outnumbered, Ivy quickly took off her blouse. The next thing she knew, the entire class was undressing, too. The classroom was soon alive with jiggling tits and dangling dicks. Ivy had never seen so many cocks and cunts before at one time. Her mind began to swim with desire. She was no longer a teacher, she had been transformed into a lustful woman.
Bobby Mack, a boy Ivy had screwed about a week ago, told her to hurry and get her clothes off. Bobby had fucked her roughly; he enjoyed coming all over Ivy's face. Bobby reminded Ivy of Johnny Q. She was soon as naked as the rest of the class. For some strange reason which she couldn't fathom, she wasn't the least bit embarrassed at being naked in front of thirty leering teenagers. Four boys took her by the arms and legs and hoisted her up onto her desk. She lay on her back with her legs dangling over one edge of the desk. The boys on both sides of the desk wrapped her hands around their throbbing cocks. Bobby Mack hopped up onto the desk with his knees between her parted thighs. With his hand he guided his stiff prick between the parted lips of her cunt. Next, Pearl, a black girl, sat on Ivy's face. This was Ivy's first taste of black pussy.
The rest of the class began fondling Ivy's humping body. Mouths kissed and bit her tits, licked and sucked at her sides, her legs, feet, and toes. Ivy felt like a queen; she was the absolute center of attention. She pulled vigorously at the thick cocks in her hands, humped wildly up at the cock in her cunt. Ivy was so hot she would have fucked the flag pole at the side of the blackboard.
In a short time Ivy's two fists were gorged with sperm. Globs of semen fell upon her body until she was covered with the sticky cream. She then felt female tongues at her body licking up the precious come. An explosion in her cunt told her that Bobby Mack had gone off inside her. She licked that much harder at Pearl's sloppy cunt until she brought the black girl off.
The boys who had experienced a come dressed while the others got their turn at Ivy's body. An endless procession of wild cocks visited Ivy's cunt. Cocks were stuffed into her mouth. Female tongues fed at Ivy's sperm-soaked cunt; she was made to come and come and come. And when they were finished with her she was a mass of semen. Semen covered her body, was in her hair, was drying on her face. It was in her ears, up her nose, it was everywhere. They had massaged the proteinous fluid into the pores of her body; they washed her mouth out with it and shoved globs of it up her asshole. They then forced her to lick every asshole in the room.
When the bell rang, the boys and girls kicked over the janitor's pail as they scurried out of the room. They left. Ivy still lying naked upon her desk. Fay scolded Ivy, told her she had better get dressed before the next class started filing in. She helped Ivy to dress, then told the frightened teacher that she wanted to meet her in the ladies' room after her next class.
Fay was waiting in one of the stalls when Ivy entered the ladies' room. Fay opened the pink door to the stall. She was sitting on the toilet with her dress up around her waist and her panties down around her ankles. The adolescent pussy seemed to pull Ivy into the stall, seemed to force her to her knees in front of the cocky teenager. Fay smelled of sweat, of cunt cream, of the disinfectant from the toilet. She lapped at the girl's cunt until she brought the girl off. It had been a busy afternoon for Ivy. She was exhausted.