Holly and the Ivy

Holly and the Ivy – Part 2: All in the Family

(If you haven’t read Part 1, I strongly suggest it)

True to his word, Lou sidled over to Holly after dinner and whispered, “Tonight, after everyone’s in bed, in my bedroom, and you’d better be there!”

Holly’s eyes sank to the ground.  She felt as though she’d just been socked in the stomach.  There was no way out of sucking Lou off, for however long he wanted.

She just had to find a way.  She went up to the bedroom and stripped off her clothes.  She stared at her body in the mirror.  Her breasts were still covered with poison ivy bumps, some of which she’d scratched in her sleep, and looked raw and still itched like crazy.  The same was true of her hairless pussy.  There were a number of raw spots right on the edge of her vaginal lips, and the lips themselves seemed swollen, apparently from rubbing in her sleep.

The thought of a repeat of the ivy application being repeated on her asshole, mouth,

and probably reapplication on her breasts and pussy lips was frightening.  She knew she’d go crazy with the itching.  There was just no way around giving Lou as many blow jobs as he wanted for however long as he wanted to continue.  And, God, she hated blow jobs.  So, resigned to her fate, she put on her nightgown and robe and went to watch TV with the family until it was bedtime.

She waited until she heard Bob and Carol go to bed, then waited until she heard Edie’s steady breathing, lying beside her, before she rose and crept to the bedroom door.  The door squeaked a bit as she opened it, and she looked back at the bed to check on Edie.  She seemed to still be sound asleep.  As quickly as possible she slid down to Lou’s room, opened it quietly, stepped inside, closed the door, and looked over at Lou’s bed.

Lou’s self-assurance was in evidence.  He lay totally naked, his legs spread wide, just waiting for Holly to join him.  As soon as he heard her shut the door he turned on the light.

“Can’t we do this in the dark, Lou?  I’m afraid someone will see the light under your door and come in.  Please,” Holly whispered.

“Hell, no!  I want to watch you slurp and gag on my boner, cocksucker.  Now, get over her, take off that nightgown and sit here on the bed next to me.”

Holly moved over to the bed, slipped her gown off and sat next to Lou.  He immediately pulled her over, so that he could take one of her nipples in his mouth.  He was not gentle in his ministrations, biting down and sucking roughly on the spongy protuberance.  She was scared he would open some of the poison ivy spots, which surrounded her nipples in abundance, but, in spite of that, the nipple hardened and she felt a slight pleasure from the constant sucking.  Lou moved over to the other nipple and began the same sucking and biting.  Holly’s one saving thought was that if he opened up any of the tiny blisters, the spreading poison might affect the inside of his mouth, as well.  That would be true retribution, if the inside of his mouth started to itch like crazy!

His interest in her tits lasted only a few minutes, and then Lou told her to move between his legs and start licking up and down his semi-hardened penis.  She did as he ordered and was soon licking up and down the shaft, as it gradually hardened.  When it had reached total erection, he ordered her to start licking his balls, so she spent the next few minutes attending to his ball sack.  Finally he told her to begin sucking, and she moved her mouth back to the head of his prick.

Holly sucked and sucked on the head, as Lou moaned occasionally.  He then grabbed her head and pulled it down on the rest of his penis.  For a few moments he let her gobble only half to three quarters of the length, but finally saying he knew she could take it all, he forced her warm wet mouth all the way, until her nose was brushing against his pubic hair.  She began to cough and choke, but he continued to force her head up against his stomach.  Now the head of his penis was being forced partially down her throat, and she struggled to breathe.  She received short respites, when Lou would pull her head back to the top of his prick, but, almost immediately, she would be back to gargling and sputtering, when he yanked her head, and her mouth surrounded his whole length.

When he did allow Holly’s head off of his prick entirely, great gobs of spittle and mucous ran from her mouth to the head of his penis, and large bubbles of spit lay on her tongue.  Soon she could tell Lou was approaching orgasm.  This was the worst part, for, when the orgasm started, Lou jammed her head against him and held it there while he groaned and spasmed.  Her head remained mashed against his pubic hair for what seemed like an eternity.  She could feel the semen squirting down her throat, but her major concern was her need for air.  She struggled to pull back for air, but Lou had a tight hold on the back of her head, and, soon, she felt she was going to black out.  Lou held her like this for over half a minute, and, finally, when he had completed what had been one of the deepest orgasms he’d ever had, he let her fall back.

Holly gasped for air, finally getting enough in her lungs to be able to breathe normally.  She lay back on the bed panting, still swallowing the slimy mucous and saliva she had been producing during the blow job.  Too soon, Lou ordered her off the bed.  She slid off and proceeded to slip her nightgown over her head.  Lou complimented her on her improved performance and reminded her he’d see her again the next night at the same time.  Holly took this as a life sentence and slowly wended her way back to her bedroom.  Edie was deep in sleep when she returned.  She slipped into bed and began to think about her predicament.  The more she thought about it, the more depressed she became, and she fell asleep with tears coursing down her cheeks.

Chapter 2

The following day Carol got a call early in the morning from her brother-in-law, telling her that her sister had been in a serious car accident, and asking if she could come up to Little Rock to take care of their kids.  Bob drove her up to Little Rock as soon as she could get packed, and returned that night.

As they all prepared to go up to bed, Holly received the expected order from Lou, and crept silently out of bed. Except for the creaking bedroom door, she managed to reach Lou’s room without making a sound.  Her subjugation was very similar to the previous night, except, to start with, Lou made her lick his asshole for five minutes or so.  The rest of the time spent with him was a rerun, except for the fact that she almost tossed her cookies during the process of having Lou’s penis forced past her uvula.  She managed to choke it back, and, as per usual, he shot his sperm deep down her throat.

Cowed, she crept back to bed after throwing her nightgown on.  However, as she crept toward the bed, in the moonlight from the window, she suddenly realized that Edie was wide awake, the covers were thrown off, and she was naked in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide.  Holly suspected what was about to happen but tried to toss it off.

“Would you mind moving over to your side, please, Edie?”

“Don’t play games with me, Holly.  I know you’ve just come back from Lou’s room.  I know you went last night, too.  I saw you when you opened the door and it creaked.  I don’t know what you were doing with him, either screwing him or giving him blow jobs, but it’s my turn now, and, if you don’t do what I want, I’ll tell Daddy about it.  You just think he hurt you last time.  So come on.  Get in bed and crawl up here next to me.”

“Edie, you know I didn’t go see Lou voluntarily.  He made me blow him and he makes me come to him every night.”

“Doesn’t matter to me, Sweetie.  I need loving and you’re going to give it to me.  Take that nightgown off and get over here!”

Sheepishly and reluctantly, Holly moved over to the side of the bed, lifted her gown over her head and crawled in next to Edie.  Her head was immediately pulled over to Edie’s and she experienced her first girl/girl kiss.  Edie forced her tongue deep into Holly’s mouth with vigor, and, when Holly didn’t respond, she grabbed Holly’s already sore nipple and twisted.  Holly, totally surprised, let out a scream.  Edie immediately threw her hand over Holly’s mouth.

“Quiet!  Look, you’d better get with the program.  I don’t want a namby-pamby.  You kiss me back the way I kissed you, tongue me, got it.”

Holly nodded, and when Edie began to kiss her again, they swapped tongues for some time.  Holly didn’t find this repulsive, just strange and somewhat overwhelming.  After some time Edie pushed Holly down to her chest, and Holly knew what to do.  She latched onto one of Edie’s hard pink nipples and began suckling.  Knowing what she liked when her boyfriend had played with her breasts, Holly began licking the nipple, then the whole breast, moving back to her nipple occasionally to flick her tongue back and forth over the little nubbin.  Edie began to moan quietly, so Holly moved over to Edie’s other boob and repeated the process.  Edie’s moans became louder and Holly stopped to remind Edie that she needed to be quiet.  When she had completed her turn on both breasts, as she knew would happen, Edie’s arms pushed her further down on the bed and spread her legs as wide as she could get them.

With dread Holly climbed between Edie’s legs and began licking Edie’s thighs.  She came close to Edie’s vagina and then would move over to the other thigh.  After two or three minutes of this, Edie grabbed her head and pulled it to her waiting mound.  With little choice, Holly began licking up and down Edie’s slit.

As her excitement grew, Edie’s slit began to open, and the hood of her clitoris began to protrude.  When she noticed this, Holly started to lick around the hood, eventually managing to take the bulging clit in her mouth, running her tongue back and forth across the tip.

Edie became so excited, she began groaning loudly, and, once again, Holly had to pull herself away to shush her.  She returned to her chore until the door slammed open and the overhead light made them both sit up, to see Bob standing in the doorway, hands on hips and fire in his eyes.

Chapter 3

“You tramp!  You don’t care who you defile do you?  Male, female, relative… as long as you get pleasure, that’s all that counts, isn’t it?”

“No…no…I didn’t…”

“Don’t tell me.  I just caught you lapping my daughter’s pussy and you tell me you didn’t.  And as for you, Edith, you could have said ’No!’.  You just let her teach you how to be as nasty as she is?”

“No, Daddy.  She made me.  I didn’t want to, but she made me.”

“Well, I’ll take care of you first.  You could have screamed.  Since you didn’t, I’ll just have to try to beat some of the filth out of you!”

“No, Daddy, please.”

Bob sat on the bed and gestured for Edie to lie across his lap.  She knew better than to argue.  She’d been through this process many times before, and she knew begging would get her nowhere.  Nude and with bowed head, she placed herself over Bob’s lap.  Her white buttocks shone from the light above, her feet touching the floor on one side and her hands balancing her on the other side.

Splat! Smack! Splat!

Three swift spanks made her catch her breath with the force of their blows.  He rubbed his hand over her reddening hindquarters, almost gently, then repeated with three more blows, and gentle rubbing.  Her buttocks were beginning to turn pink as he continued this same process over and over.  Holly, standing nearby, watching, felt there was something very sexual about his stroking, though he was not touching her privates at all.  He continued for over ten minutes, his spanks becoming even harsher, if possible, and Edie’s poor cheeks were glowing red by the time he finished, and Edie was crying and groaning, pleading for him to stop, but to no avail.

When he was finished he dropped his legs and Edie slid to the floor, tears streaming down her face.  Holly turned and noticed Lou standing in the doorway with a satisfied smile on his face.

“Go to bed, Son.  This is no concern of yours.  Go! Now!”

Lou reluctantly turned and headed to his room.  Bob stood, and Holly could see that he was sporting a hard-on.  He ordered Edie to bed, grabbed the still naked Holly by the arm, turned off the light, pulled her into the hall, and slammed the bedroom door.  He then pushed her down the hall to his bedroom, shoved her into the room, shutting and locking the door.

Bob grabbed two pillows from the head of his bed and threw them in the middle of the bed.  Holly stood by the door, hunkered over, trying foolishly to cover her nakedness, petrified with what was soon to happen and knowing she had no recourse.  Fear produced a rash of goose-pimples all over her body.  Bob piled one pillow atop the other and ordered Holly to lie face down on the bed with her bald pussy positioned directly over the pillows.

Holly immediately sank to her knees, grabbing Bob’s pajama-clad legs, begging him not to beat her again, saying how sore she still was from the beating a couple of days before.  Bob reached down, grabbed a tuft of Holly’s hair and yanked up.  She was immediately standing in front of him, tears beginning to form in her eyes from the pain of her hair being yanked so hard.  With his other arm he swept his hand back and flashed it across her face.  Had he not been holding her by her hair, she would have fallen to the floor.  Instead, her face was smacked sideways and the pain of his slap had almost left her dizzy.

Bob turned her toward the bed with the force of his grasp on her hair, then pushed her.  She fell on the bed, and, with Bob’s harsh voice guiding her, she positioned herself as he had ordered earlier, so that her hips lay in prominence.  As she began to cry in earnest, she watched Bob go to his closet, strip his belt from his pants and return to the left side of the bed.  As he doubled over the belt, he mumbled something about showing bad little girls who corrupted members of his family the road to perdition.

His first lash fell upon Holly’s bare left buttock with a loud ‘SWACK’.  Holly’s response was a flow of tears and a heartfelt scream.  Bob continued up and down the left side of Holly’s body reaching as far down as the fold behind her knees and as far up as her shoulder blades.  The beating on the left side continued for close to ten minutes, as Holly’s screams became less and less vocal and more mournful.

Bob then moved over to the right side of the bed and began beating the side nearest to him.  The contrast between her two sides was huge, before he started the second half.  The skin on her left side was almost vermilion compared to the alabaster skin he was about to work on.

Within minutes the skin on the right side had darkened to a ruby red.  Holly in her frenzy to escape any more beating, tried, at one point, to slide off the pillows, but Bob grabbed her arm and held her in place.  When the color on both sides of her body matched, and Bob had expended the same amount of time to both, he dropped the belt and ordered Holly to get off the bed.

Crying vociferously, snot dripping from her nose, and the pain all over her back making it difficult to move, Holly tried to slide over to the edge of the bed on her front.  When she was finally able to force herself to an upright position, Bob grabbed both of her breasts in his fists and pulled her to him.  Holly once again screamed in pain.  The scream continued as he twisted both fleshy mammaries, first to the right, then to the left.  Still grasping her sore breasts he brought his face down to hers, until they were nose to nose.

He murmured, almost whispering, “Now you’re gonna do something for me that Carol won’t.”

Pulling down on her breast, he forced Holly to kneel, so that her face was level with his crotch.  She could see the evidence of his excitement poking at her from behind his pajama bottoms.  He let go of her tits and immediately pushed his pajama bottoms down.  Holly hadn’t seen many penises before, but she was sure this was the biggest she’d ever seen.  She couldn’t hold back a little gasp as the rigid penis tip touched her nose.

“Suck it, tramp!  With all your experience, I expect the best damn blow job I’ve ever had.  Now get busy.”

With no choice that wouldn’t involve another beating, Holly stuck out her tongue, and, grabbing Bob’s penis at the base, began to lick up and down, getting her saliva built up.  When she had covered his whole penis with her gooey spittle she moved back up to the head, opened her mouth and encircled it, rubbing her tongue around it, especially the sensitive under-side.  Impatient, Bob pushed his body forward, forcing more and more of his erection into her mouth.  She could feel the head of his penis brushing against the back of her mouth, and could see at least three or four inches still protruding from her lips.

The pressure of his thrusts eventually forced his prick past the back of her mouth into her throat and she began to gag and hawk until he pulled back a bit.  The rest of her ordeal consisted of trying to draw enough air in between withdrawal and insertion to keep from choking.  Once or twice he jammed his glistening erection deep into her throat and held her head against his pelvis.  Finally he pulled out totally, sighed deeply, held her head in both hands, and she felt sperm spurting out over her eyes and nose, dripping down eventually onto her breasts.  He ordered her to scoop as much of it up as she could and swallow it.  When she did, she tasted the salty bitterness for the first time and hated it.  Bob gave her several tissues to clean herself with.  He pulled her to her feet and smiled down at her.

“That was good, whore.  I think we’ll have an encore every night until Carol gets back from her sister’s, and then we’ll find ways to do it when she’s out shopping.

You’ve got a talented mouth and we might as well keep it busy.  Now, go on back to your bedroom and get to bed.”

Holly unlocked the door and stumbled down the hallway.  Opening the bedroom door as quietly as possible, she stole into the room, searched for her gown, in great pain slipped it on and sank into the bed.

“Sounded like you got quite a beating.  Did he do anything else?”

“Go to sleep, Edie.  I’m too tired to talk.”

In actuality, Holly was wide awake and tears welled in her eyes, once again.  Life had become impossible.  She had to do something.  But what?  If she remained here she could look forward to constant blow jobs and lesbian encounters with her uncle and two cousins for as long as she remained.  The thought was overpowering.  She had to leave.  The sooner the better.

A couple of hours passed.  Holly was still wide awake, having decided to leave before anyone awakened.  She had no idea where she’d go or what she’d do, but she had to go.  At around 4 a.m. she slowly rose, put on a fresh set of underwear and a dress.  She picked up her sneakers and stole down the steps.  She didn’t think she had time to find her suitcase and pack any other clothes and couldn’t take a chance on wakening anyone, so she crept out the front door, put her sneakers on and began walking into the darkness.  She knew she had to get as far away from the house as she could before they awoke, found her missing and began looking for her.  She thought it would be safer to take one of the back roads and began walking.  She just knew nothing could be as bad as staying in that house.  She was wrong.