Chapter 5
Without thinking, Ivy pushed open the bathroom door. She was startled to find her father standing at the toilet taking a piss. "Daddy, I'm sorry," she said, beginning to back out of the door.
"Wait, honey," he said as he continued his piss.
Ivy watched the yellow stream flowing from the tip of his penis with great interest. When he had shaken off the last drops of urine, he turned toward Ivy, leaving his prick hanging out of his fly.
"I've been wanting to talk to you, Ivy," he said, then told her to shut the door.
Blushing with shame, Ivy said, "Shouldn't you put that thing back in your pants first?"
"I'll let you decide that because it's what I want to talk to you about."
Ivy noticed that his normally smooth forehead was full of wrinkles as if he were lost in deep thought. His dark eyes seemed to be looking through her clothes. He gave her the impression that he knew something that she didn't think he knew.
"Why haven't you gotten married?" he wanted to know. "Don't you like men?"
As a child, Ivy had never lied to her father; she neither feared him nor hated him. "The truth is some men scare me."
"Does Mister Daniels scare you?"
"He's a jerk, daddy. He wanted me to, ah, you know, suck his ... thing."
"I can't blame him for desiring that: I like a blow-job now and then, too."
"Daddy!" Ivy exclaimed, shocked by his brash talk. With his penis out and the way he was talking, Ivy got the feeling that he was trying to seduce her. She asked him if he was trying to seduce her.
"Well, with your mother gone it sounds like a good idea," he said.
"Daddy, you can't mean that." But when she looked down at his penis, it had grown stiff, it was pointing straight at her navel. Ivy felt her body grow warm, felt her face flush. "Daddy, t-t-this isn't right."
"Right!" he laughed. "What does a teacher know about right or wrong. I know all about your antics with your sister; I've been screwing her myself for years."
"What?" This whole thing resembled a dream-fathers didn't go around screwing their daughters. In disbelief, Ivy asked, "You know about Eve and me?"
"Of course, Eve and I have no secrets from one another."
"But-"
"Eve told me about Johnny Q. and the club, too."
Ivy was mortified. What is she trying to do to my reputation? she asked herself. If Eve keeps blabbing off her mouth I won't be able to hold my head up anywhere. Yet why should she feel so bad, she thought. Her father had confessed to incest, too.
In the next instant, her father was beginning to take off his clothes. Ivy found her gaze flicking over the body of this man who was her father. He was a big man, much taller than herself. He was young looking for having a daughter twenty-four years old.
Casually, he said, "Get undressed, Ivy."
Like a well-trained daughter, her fingers went to the buttons of her blouse. She wondered for a moment if she possessed a suppressed Electra-complex which forced her to submit so easily to her father's desires. In similar situations she had held off many an excited male. But at this moment she was putty in her father's hands. She found herself noticing how ripe and sexy looking her father was. His upper body was well-developed with heavy looking shoulders and impressive pectorals covering his chest. Mommy has to be very proud of him. Ivy told herself. His arms were large and thick, quite rugged looking. Coarse dark hairs grew in a tangle in the middle of his chest.
When the fifty-year-old man took down his trousers, Ivy saw his strong thighs and trim legs. When he turned to place his pants on the hamper she got a glimpse of his compact backside. The only negative feature on the man's body was his slight paunch.
Ivy was down to only her panties when her father turned to face her. He stood akimbo and examined her breasts. She saw him smile, then move toward her. With the guilt slowly leaving her mind, her gaze flicked down to his cock. She guessed that his organ was at least eight inches long. The purple-pink glans seemed to be begging her to kiss it.
The man's pubic bush grew thickly up to surround his navel. Ivy wanted to run her fingers through the coarse fur. She found herself wondering about her father's sexual personality. She didn't think he'd be like Johnny Q. She wondered what he wanted her to do? Would he want a blow-job? Would he want to screw her ass? Would he demand a straight fuck? She was no longer fearful, had no more desire to leave him or the bathroom.
She smiled as his hands went to her waist? his fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. As he tugged down her wispy garment, he went to his knees. Ivy stepped out of the panties while he kissed her navel. "Oh, daddy," Ivy crooned. He moved back to get a good look at her muff, then his head moved forward and the tip of his tongue touched the apex of her cunt."Ohhh, daddy," she cooed.
Ivy parted her thighs, put her hands upon his head as his tongue moved up and down through her cuntal slit. "Oh, daddy," she mewled as his tongue swirled around the entrance to her hole. She could feel the beads of cunt cream forming upon the walls of her vagina and oozing down her flesh-tube and out into his mouth. She didn't give a damn what his sexual inclinations were, she was ready for anything.
Abruptly, the contact between tongue and cunt ended. Her father stood up, put his hands upon Ivy's shoulders, and began forcing her to her knees. His stiff prick slapped her cheek gently as she went to her knees before him. She stared up at him. A lustful desire for her glowed in his face. She allowed him to position her head so his giant cock could push easily between her quivering lips. His dick was hot-telling her of his excitement. She ovaled her mouth for him as his prick moved easily over her tongue and cheeks.
Fellatio was really getting to Ivy. Sucking cock caused her mouth to water and made her cunt tingle. She was hooked on the sensations and on the tast of cock. Sucking dick was becoming very easy for her to do. As she began to suck at her father's firm prick, he began to ease it out of her mouth and then push it back in. She tried to take in his whole member, but it was too large for her compact mouth.
Ivy loved the feeling of having her mouth stuffed with cock, of being used as a sperm receptacle. It became easy for her to begin touching his body in an intimate fashion. She let her fingers play softly over both of his ass cheeks. In time she cupped both cheeks as his cock-head sought the back of her mouth. She parted his ass cheeks and let her fingers stray over his hot asshole. The incident with the boys at the clubhouse had made Ivy aware of the erotic significance of the male and female asshole. She pressed a fingertip against his crinkled crater, inching it slowly up inside his slick anal sheath.
"Unnnhhhh," she heard her father groan when she started to fuck her finger back and forth in his tight asshole. Each time her finger pushed into his slick behind, his pelvis jerked forward and she received a mouthful of straining cock. She didn't care because she was as hot as he was.
Ivy wondered if he was watching her sucking his prick. She hoped he was feasting his eyes upon her, hoped that he was aware of how talented she was with her mouth. She hoped she was pleasing him because she was giving him one of her best blow-jobs. She hoped he didn't confuse her with Eve; she wanted to stand out in her father's mind. She wanted him to feel that she was sexy, wanted him to know how lucky he was. She hoped he was aware of the fact that now he had three pieces of ass in the family. He would now be able to have a cunt anytime he wanted it. For a brief moment Ivy thought about her mother, wondered what she would do if she found out about these incestuous encounters. What if mom knows about him and Eve? Ivy asked herself.
Ivy had her arms wrapped around his strong thighs, had her finger up his asshole, while he was jamming his cock into the back of her mouth. Ivy could smell his hot sweat emanating from his groin; she could smell the erotic dankness of his rear. It all merged into a heady perfume of lust-the scent of evil.
Ivy's ears no longer interpreted the sounds around her. All sensations merged into a giant pool of feeling, she felt full and was afraid she'd burst. Then he drove his cock harshly into her mouth and shot torrent after torrent of hot come throughout her mouth. The feel of him shooting off in her mouth was enough to bring on Ivy's own orgasm. She nearly fainted with happiness.
When his prick stopped jerking within her mouth, she felt herself being lifted up into her father's strong arms; he was carrying her into his bedroom. He deposited her listless body upon the bed and rolled her over onto her tummy. She turned her head sideways so she could see what he was doing. He had taken a small jar of Vaseline from one of the nightstands. She let him part her thighs and then she felt him smearing some of the cream upon her delicate asshole. He's an ass man, she said to herself.
When he had greased her up properly, he pulled her into a modified kneeling position. She felt the mattress sink under his weight as he climbed up behind her up-turned ass. He spanked her fanny lightly before he positioned himself properly.
"Ouch!" Ivy yelped back at him. "Are you going to spank me, you big brute?"
"No, I'm not going to spank your naughty ass, I've something else in mind."
Ivy knew what he had in mind, and she waited expectantly for his cock-head to touch her asshole. "Oooooohhhh," she whined when the thick head of his newly erected prick pushed against her lubricated hole. "Ummnn," she whimpered when the head eased open her tight crater and almost entered her ass. And as the thick cock stretched her anus even further, she groaned out her increasing discomfort. Her fingers dug into the bedspread, her face took on a tortured expression. She tried to relax to help him, but the paid took her mind off her resolve and forced her to cry out. It felt as though he were tearing her asshole apart; it burned it hurt, then it stretched and allowed him to push into the hot depths of her ass.
He held his cock in her until she had gotten used to the fullness in her bowels. Ivy felt loaded as if she hadn't moved her bowels today.
When he began drawing back on his cock it felt as though he was turning her rectum inside out. She felt as though she had to shit. She hoped that he was finding this act as pleasant as she was finding it unpleasant.
She felt him reach around her body with his hands until he got his fingers on her cunt. He worked two of his fingers up into her leaking pussy.
"Do you like it?" he asked between thrusts into her behind.
"Uh, yes, daddy, yes," Ivy lied. Yet soon she knew she would be liking it, would be loving it. It was just that anal sex took some time getting used to.
"That's good," he puffed. Mister Crane liked satisfying his women. For years he had developed techniques to please women, he considered himself an expert at the art of sexual arousal. Sodomy was the only technique which wouldn't satisfy all of his women. In fact, very few of his partners enjoyed getting it up the ass. Most of the women he knew endured the act to please him. His other daughter, Eve, however, was unique-she liked every form of sex. He hoped Ivy would take after her sister.
Ivy felt as if she were in a stag movie. She was kneeling on her mother's bed with her head cradled on her arms. Her thighs were parted and her ass was rotating indecently as he jabbed into her asshole with his rampant prick. He was digging at her hole with his dick, he was pounding against her jiggling buttocks with his belly and groin. Ivy could actually hear his cock moving liquidly in her backside. He was beginning to curse at her as Ivy began squealing with pent-up passion.
"You're a bitch," he ranted. "Move your filthy ass. Beg for it, slut. My daughter, the whore. You're a pig, Ivy."
He feels guilty, she told herself. He's blaming me for being a temptress .
As he pounded into her she wailed at him, "AAAGGGHHH!" she jiggled her ass as his fingers clawed at her pussy, as his throbbing tool stabbed back and forth in her hot asshole. She was reaching her peak, was going over the top. And just as his flopping prick spurted a hot load of come in her ass, she, too, went off, her cunt sucking at his finger while her ass-hole clipped his surging cock.
A few minutes later, when he had eased his shrinking cock out of her sucking asshole, he told her to clean it off with her tongue. Disregarding the fact that his cock was loaded with her own intestinal bacteria, she tongued him clean. She continued to suck on his prick until it filled with blood once more and she was able to drink a load of his sperm. Ivy couldn't wait to tell Eve what had happened. She wished her mother would never come back from her trip to upstate New York.