0 comments/ 87716 views/ 5 favorites Poison Ivy Ch. 01 By: -Sadie26- He stood in the shadows of her closet watching the object of his affections. He tried to prop himself up against the cold corner of the darkened shelter from which he had chosen to hide and take in the beauty of this 19 year old vixen. As he peered through the small slender wooden slats of her closet door, he wanted so badly to yell out and let her know that he was watching her. His large rough hand slithered down and quietly unzipped the cold metal zipper of his sweat soaked jeans. He prayed that she would not hear him. He carefully pulled out his large aching cock from its restraints and slowly began massaging it. The view he was taking in was something he had only been able to fantasize about; until now. Her name was Ivy Grant. She was 19 years old, but built like a classic beauty of at least 30 years old. Her long golden blonde hair cascaded down her perfectly tanned back. The tips of the small tight curls rested just above her ass crack. She was tall and had the most gorgeous legs, long and tan and seemed to go on for miles. Her ass was perfectly round with a small brown freckle resting on her right ass cheek. John couldn't help but massage his cock harder just staring at her undressing, preparing to bathe. He bit his bottom lip to conceal his heavy breaths. He began to move his hips slightly, humping the air. But in his mind, he was humping that hot little teen vixen that stood just a few feet away from him. John had watched Ivy grow up over the years. They had been neighbors since Ivy's parents moved into the neighborhood 12 years ago. From his upstairs bedroom window, John would often watch Ivy emerge from her palatial 2-story house, most times to greet a boy that had come over to see her. But something had changed. Ivy was no longer a tall gangly teenager with braces. She had blossomed into a sex goddess, almost over night. Suddenly she no longer had braces, she was no longer flat chested and her ass was superb when she slid it into a tight fitting pair of jeans. John began to realize that he was staring at her more and more. Often coming home early before his wife got home from work just so he could have an hour or so to take in Ivy's sexy appearance. He had jacked himself off more then a few times while watching Ivy sunbathe in her front yard. He would often moan her name over and over as he jacked himself off faster and faster then depositing his cum all over himself and whatever happened to be on his desk at the time. However, on this particular day, John wanted more then to just see the vixen from his tiny bedroom window. He wanted to be close to the woman that had been unknowingly satisfying him for months now. So, John quietly crept across the street and made his way into Ivy's backyard. He could hear music coming from her open bedroom window, he hoped this would mask any noise that he might make upon entering her house. Quietly he snuck up to the backdoor, jiggling it just a bit. He was relieved to find it unlocked. So with the precision of a cat burglar, John slithered into the kitchen, closing and locking the door behind him. He could hear Ivy singing along with the radio upstairs. He smiled as he began his journey up the winding staircase. Getting into Ivy's bedroom proved easier then John had hoped for. Ivy was already in the bathroom running her bath water, so John crept into her bedroom and quickly made his way to her closet, shutting it as quietly as possible. His heart jumped when he saw Ivy enter the room wearing nothing but a towel. She stood at her dresser picking out a white lace thong and a matching white lace bra. She turned and tossed them on the bed before slowly removing her towel and letting it fall down her perfect body. John was taken back by her beauty thus causing him to fall back just a bit into her clothes, making the wire hangers clank against one another. Ivy froze for a moment, sensing she was not alone in the house. She began to look around suspiciously. After realizing the sound came from her closet, she turned and faced the white slatted doors. After staring for a few minutes, a sly devilish grin appeared on her face. She had a feeling she was being watched and this excited her tremendously. She put her arms above her head causing her perfectly round tits to rise to attention. Her long slender fingers scooped up her hair into a tiny tight bun atop her head. She closed her eyes and seductively licked her bottom lip making it glossy and sexy. When she was satisfied it was wet enough, she brought her finger up to her mouth. Her eyes never left the closet doors as she sucked in 2 of her fingers, rolling her tongue around the long nails and sucking on the saliva that had coated her flesh. Ivy let out a long moan as she slid her fingers down to her small tan nipple. She cooed and groaned as her fingertip circled the warm flesh of her sexy teen tit. John's cock was becoming like a rod of steel in his palm. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on. How long could he just stand there and watch this hot sexy bitch standing there naked and rubbing her hot salty saliva all over her hot round tits? His balls were so tight they ached and his cock throbbed as a small amount of pre-cum oozed out of his engorged piss hole. He bit his lip harder, tasting his own blood. Ivy knew she was being watched and wanted to give the best show she could. So she slowly walked over to her blue satin waterbed and climbed on top of the covers. She loved the way the satin felt on her naked body. She wasted no time spreading her beautiful legs wide open, revealing the hottest pussy that John had ever seen in his life. It was small but perfectly shaven with a small gold ring pierced into the clit. He watched as Ivy's nipples became hard like rocks and her pussy was beginning to get wet. She turned her head to the closet and closed her deep blue eyes. Her lips pursed into a shape of a heart as her slutty moans, once again, seeped from her mouth. Her slender fingers found their way to her pussy and dove deep into the soaked hole. Ivy moaned out, "Oh God" as her fingers rammed and fucked their way inside her knuckle deep. She opened her legs completely, laying them flat on the bed like a fallen butterfly and continued fucking herself into oblivion. John couldn't take this anymore. Before he could talk himself out of it, he stormed out of the closet and climbed between Ivy's wide open legs. He grabbed her thighs and pulled her slutty fuckhole closer to his mouth. His tongue jabbed at the sloppy wet hole, slithering in and out like a desperate snake. Ivy never opened her eyes, she just kept moaning louder and louder and bucking her hips, fucking John's face. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his hair and yanked it hard, smashing his mouth into her pussy. "Oh fuck me, mmmmmm god yes that's it, tongue fuck my slutty hole!!" she screamed out. John's mouth continued assaulting Ivy's pussy, he never let up even though his tongue and jaw were beginning to ache. He had to bring this hot little bitch to orgasm, he had to taste her completely. He reached up and slid a finger into her asshole, jamming it knuckle deep and fucking it like a tiny cock. This only excited Ivy even more causing her to grip his hair tighter and ride his face faster. John slid his mouth up to Ivy's engorged clit, lapping at it like a lollipop, sucking the small gold ring into his mouth. He began to jerk and molest it with his mouth like a dog with an old shoe. He felt Ivy arch her back and wrap her legs around his neck, pulling him completely into her pussy. She was now screaming like a whore in heat, bucking her hips savagely and flailing all over John's mouth like a fish out of water. "OH FUCK, MMMMMMM OH GOD, OH GOD DON'T STOP, DON'T FUCKING STOP, I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNNG!!," she screamed as squirt after squirt of her slutty cum pushed its way into John's mouth. Ivy's eyes remained closed as she rode out her orgasm on this stranger's tongue. John felt her grip on his hair release and her legs slid down onto either side of him. He looked up to see her completely spent. She had no more energy, all she could do was lay there and tremble. John gave Ivy's pussy one more lick, lapping up the last of her cum. He raised his hips just a bit and slid his jeans down to his ankles. His cock was ready to fuck, moreso then it had ever been. He had never been this hard in his entire life. As the music from Ivy's small radio continued to play and the bathtub became overflooded with the water left running, John prepared to fuck the shit out of Ivy, something he had wanted for so long. He climbed up onto the bed and brought Ivy's rubbery legs up to his shoulders, opening her slutty pussy up for his cock. Ivy had no energy to fight whoever this was. Her petite body was still trembling just a bit from her massive orgasm. John looked down and smiled, knowing he was about to feel what this bitch's pussy was actually like. No more fantasizing or wondering. With that thought running through his mind, he rammed his fat aching cock deep into her pussy. Oh fuck, it was more then he had ever imagined. It was warm and tight and sticky. He felt Ivy's pussy walls engulf his cock the moment he entered her. He used the bed for leverage and buried his cock inside her balls deep. He just held his shaft inside her for a moment, taking in the feeling of this hot luscious pussy. John reached up and pinned Ivy's hands over her head, again causing those hot tits to rise up. He could no longer hold back. With his body weight pressed down upon her, John began fucking Ivy with animal lust. The room filled with the sounds of music, water running and also the water beneath them in the bed. Everything was swishing around and John's head was swimming with lust. Finally, Ivy opened her eyes to find her next door neighbor on top of her giving her the fucking of a lifetime. "Shhh baby, don't say a fucking word, just lay still," John whispered breathlessly. Ivy obeyed and kept her mouth shut, except to, once again, grin devilishly. She had noticed John staring at her numerous times. She knew all about his tiny bedroom window. After all, she DID wear skimpy bikinis for a reason. "I've always wanted you inside me, John," Ivy whispered. John was amazed at this confession. But it excited him beyond belief. He began fucking Ivy harder, with brute strength. His balls slamming into her like a ship being thrown on an angry sea. His grip on her hands made her fingers tingle, but she didn't care. She brought her legs up again, wrapping them around John's sweaty lean body. "Fuck Ivy, I've never felt a pussy like this before, so fucking wet and tight and hot baby," John moaned before kissing his sexy teen bitch. "I want this pussy to be yours baby, nobody else's," she moaned, almost panting like a dog. "Mmmmm, you wanna be my baby, Ivy?" John whispered, "You wanna be Daddy's hot little teen baby?" "Oh fuck, more then you know, John, YES YES, I wanna be your baby," she screamed, feeling another orgasm approaching. John began panting as well, he couldn't hold off much longer. "MMMM, You little whore, Daddy's gonna unload inside you baby," he moaned, ramming his cock into her like a machine. "Do it, Do it, Oh God, do it baby please, please!!," she begged, arching her back and grinding down on his engorged cock. "Ohhh, ohhhhhhhh oh fuck, here it cums baby, mmmmm here's Daddy's load, take it, take it all!!," John screamed shooting long stringy ropes of his seed into Ivy. Ivy's body tensed up, her pussy clamping John's cock like a vice as she screamed out, "OHHHHHHHHHH GOD, MMMMMMMM GOD, I'M CUMMINNNNNNNNNG!!" John let out a loud moan as he felt Ivy's pussy cumming all over his cock. He looked down and kissed her hard, sucking her lips into his mouth as she rode out her climax. It seemed like hours before the pair finally spoke to each other again. "Ivy baby, I hope I didn't scare you jumping from the closet like that," John whispered, playing with Ivy's long golden locks. "No John, you didn't, like I said, I've wanted you for a long time, I know you watch me from your window," she answered. "Yes, I've been watching you for awhile, Ivy," he confessed. The 2 new lovers smiled at each other and kissed, rolling around on the bed. "There's just one thing, Ivy," John began, "We can't let my wife know about this." Ivy froze for a second. "Your wife?!" Poison Ivy Ch. 02 "Yes, Ivy," John whispered, "You know I'm married." "Yeah, but I just assumed that you two were divorced, or at least separated," said Ivy, sitting up in the bed and pulling the sheet up around her bare breasts. "Why would you think that?" asked John with a puzzled look on his face. "Well I never see the two of you together, so..." "Oh, yeah, that, well Ivy, she works a lot, I think it's to avoid spending time with me," said John, climbing out of bed and sliding his jeans back on. "Well she must be a total loser then, I would never avoid you, especially in the bedroom," cooed Ivy, giving John her sexiest grin. Just then, from Ivy's open upstairs bedroom window, John heard a commotion coming from across the street. "Fuck, that's my wife now, I need to go, Ivy," he said, then he bent down and gave his new lover a smouldering kiss. "When will I see you again?" she asked. "Well we do live right across the street, baby, but it won't be too long, I promise," said John, making his way out of the bedroom. Ivy watched him leave, taking in the perfection of his sexy ass tucked so tightly in his faded jeans. She slid back down into bed, closing her eyes and remembering the lust that had taken place beneath these very sheets, not more then an hour ago. As she replayed John's sexy words in her head, she began to get turned on again. She could still feel his hot flesh pressed into hers. She could feel his hands all over her body, never missing an inch. And most of all, she could still feel his cock ramming in and out of her young 19 year old pussy. Her nipples began to harden again, rising to perfect little cones. She knew her parents weren't due home for another hour or so, so she relaxed and slid the wrinkled sheet down to her ankles. She spread her gorgeous legs wide open, yet again. She got chills when she felt the cool breeze from the open window dance across her pussy, which was still very much sticky with John's cum. She arched her back and slid her fingers down between her thighs, her fingertips wasting no time finding the clit, which had already began to swell up again. She moaned and slithered up and down the warm sheets, riding each thrust of her slender fingers. She could feel the gooey, warm cum coating her flesh and it made her even hotter. She placed her feet on the footboard, using it to push her slutty teen body up and down. The harder she rode, the louder she moaned until finally her climax hit her like a freight train. To her surprise, she screamed out John's name over and over. As she laid there trembling she realized that she could never love John, but she could and would definitely possess him. Again, Ivy's sly wicked grin appeared on her face when she leaned over and realized she had never turned the bath water off. She laughed knowing that if she didn't get this mess cleaned up, there would be no more afternoon rendezvous with John, she would be grounded until she was dead! ---------------------------------------------- Later that afternoon, Ivy was in the kitchen with her mother preparing lunch for her father. "Guess who I ran into today at the store," said Gina, Ivy's mother. "Mmm, no idea, Mom, who?" "The lady across the street," answered Gina. Ivy almost choked on the carrot she was eating. "Oh my, Ivy, are you alright honey?" asked Gina, patting her daughter's back. "Yeah Mom, I'm fine, just went down the wrong way, I guess," said Ivy, taking a drink of water. "Ok, well anyway, I invited her and her husband over for dinner tonight, we'll make your father's favorite, lasagna," Gina said with a smile. Ivy began to get butterflies in her stomach. Was she nervous or excited? "Mom, can I be excused, I wanna go up to my room," said Ivy. "Of course, honey, I can finish up here," she said. "Thanks Mom," said Ivy, smiling and turning to retreat upstairs. Fuck, Ivy thought to herself, What the fuck can I wear tonight to knock John's socks off... then eventually his pants. Ivy went to her closet and found the black mini dress her mother had bought for her in Mexico last year on vacation. Perfect, if this doesn't get his attention, nothing will. ------------------------------------------------- A few more hours passed by and the sun set on the cozy neighborhood. Ivy was busy upstairs putting on the finishing touches to her "seduction outfit." "Ivy!!!, Honey, come downstairs, our guests are here and I'm ready to serve dinner," called her mother. Ivy applied a few more strokes of her strawberry lip gloss, smack her lips, smiled and began her decent down the long winding staircase. "Oh my, doesn't she look just gorgeous," beamed Gina. "Ivy, this is Mr. and Mrs. Davis from across the street." After the mandatory hello's and how are you's, the group made their way into the large dining room. Ivy made it a point to sit across from John, a good game of footsies is always fun. As the night wore on, and the group made their small talk and compared jobs and homes and cars, Ivy knew it was time to make her move. She had already been teasing John's cock with her foot for over an hour. How much more could either of them take? Ivy excused herself, looking quickly, yet seductively over her shoulder at John, giving him a come hither look. "It was nice meeting you both, I have some homework I need to do," said Ivy, walking out of the dining room. John knew this was his cue, but was uncertain as to how to make his exit without appearing suspicious. Ivy sensed that John could not make a quick getaway, so she waited for him atop the staircase, sitting on the top stair with her legs wide open. John waited about 10 minutes, until he was sure no one would suspect him and excused himself to use the bathroom. "Oh of course, John, it's atop the stairs, first door on your left, you can't miss it," said Gina, taking a sip of her wine and returning to the conversation at hand. John wasted no time making his way out of the dining room and hanging a left to the staircase. He noticed Ivy immediately. Through the shadows, he could make out that her legs were wide open. He could feel his cock getting hard again, after finally settling down from the game of footsies. Ivy motioned for him to come to her. John smiled and walked up the darkened staircase. When Ivy was satisfied that he was close enough, she stood up and walked into her bedroom, with John hot on her heels. The pair snuck into the room, quietly kicking the door half way shut. "Oh God, Ivy, you're such a fucking tease," John whispered, pushing her up against the wall and pawing at her tits. "John, I need you," said Ivy, sliding her hand down to the bulge in John's dress slacks. "I know baby, I need you too, but I have to be careful," he said, pulling Ivy's dress down and taking one of her nipples into his mouth. "Oh God," she moaned, sliding her fingers thru his thick hair. She could feel his desire building up as he sucked her nipple harder, almost biting it. She grabbed a handful of his hair and pushed his mouth further into her tit. His hands slid down, grabbing the material of her dress and bunching it up around her hips. John wasted no time sliding down to his knees, he moaned as the fragrance of his lover's sex filled his nostrils. He looked up at her, smiled and lowered his mouth to her pussy. "Oh God, John," she moaned again, "Please fuck me baby, I'll be quiet, I swear." John gave Ivy's pussy one more suck and lick and stood up quickly, grabbing her by the arm. With one gentle, yet firm push, he threw her over the bed. "Bend over, baby," he whispered, as he unzipped his pants. Ivy bent over and reached back, sliding the rest of her dress up over her hips and out of the way. John moved in closer, grabbing her hips and quickly thrusting his fat rod into her now soaked pussy. It was all Ivy could do to remain quiet. John felt so fucking good inside her and he was fucking her like a jackhammer, which she found quite exciting. The pair never made a sound, not even a heavy breath as John, once again, committed adultery against his wife. He began to thrust harder, almost like he was trying to rip Ivy in half when he whispered, "Shit baby, here it cums." Ivy bit her lip trying to remain quiet, which was difficult when her own orgasm was quickly approaching. She bent down further, burying her head into her thick comforter. Her fists tightly clutching the blanket as she and John both climaxed together, both fighting off the urge to yell out each other's names. They barely had time to enjoy the release before John's wife summoned him from the bottom of the stairs. "John, honey, are you alright?" yelled his wife. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine, I'll be right down," he answered, quickly zipping his pants back up. Ivy stood up and turned around, planting a kiss on her lover's lips. Neither said a word, but they both knew this was becoming dangerous. Poison Ivy Ch. 03 A few days passed and Ivy was beginning to get restless. She had not seen nor heard from John and she didn't like that. She would often gaze out from her upstairs bedroom window, looking at John's house, wondering what he was doing inside. Was he fucking that wretched wife of his? Was he touching her and kissing her like he did with Ivy? Ivy became angry with these thoughts. Who the fuck does he think he is ignoring me? She stood in front of her mirror, completely naked, looking at her body from head to toe. Well she's definitely not as hot as I am, Ivy thought to herself. She's older, fatter and has the personality of a used tampon. Just then, Ivy got an idea. If John wouldn't come to her voluntarily, she would make him. She laughed devilishly and began to plan the possession of John. ----------------------------------------- Later that day, the phone rang. It was John. "Hi baby, how are you?" he asked. "Don't hi baby me, you son of a bitch, where the fuck have you been?" Ivy screamed into the receiver. "Whoa, calm down baby, I've been busy at work," he said. "Bullshit, you've been home every night on time, I see you when you come home, John," Ivy snapped back. "I've been bringing my work home sometimes, it's no big deal, I do that alot," John answered. "Oh really? Do you fuck that wretched bitch before or after you "work"?" she asked. "It's not what you think, baby, I don't want her, I want you," said John, trying to calm her down. "Well I see she's home right now, shall I come over now or later?" asked Ivy. "Baby, that's not funny, don't even joke around like that," said John nervously. "Who the fuck's joking? I'm dead serious," said Ivy in a very angry tone. "Ok, I can't talk to you when you're like this, baby, I'll call back later," he said before hanging up the phone. "That asshole just hung up on me!!" Ivy screamed, throwing the phone across her bedroom. Immediately she went over to her dresser, pulling out the shortest skirt she had, which barely covered her thighs. From the second drawer she pulled out a see thru black lace halter top, bra conveniently left in the drawer. She quickly got dressed and gave herself one look in the mirror, "Joking my ass," she said, "We'll see who's joking, John." -------------------------------- Within minutes she was across the street and ringing the doorbell. Ivy rolled her eyes when she noticed the perfectly groomed yard and garden that adorned the front steps. It's like fucking green acres over here, she thought to herself. "Yes?' "Oh hello, Ivy, won't you come in?" asked Mrs. Davis. "Thank you, Ma'am," she said and entered the gateway of hell. "What can I do for you, Ivy?" Mrs. Davis asked. "Oh, well the shower head's broken at my house and my dad won't be home for a few hours and I really need to get ready for a date, I was wondering if Mr. Davis could come by and look at it," she answered innocently. "Oh, well he's in the den, I'll go ask him, wait right here dear," she said. Ivy smiled her best fake smile and rolled her eyes once the bitch was out of the room. God this fucking house is a nightmare, she thought to herself as she gazed around at the drab decorations of oil paintings and tan furniture. "He said to tell you he would be over soon," said Mrs. Davis, taking Ivy by surprise. "Thank you, Ma'am," she said politely as Mrs. Davis opened the front door. "No problem at all, Ivy, please don't be a stranger around here," she said, waving at the rebellious teen as she made her way back across the street. ------------------------ Once inside her house, Ivy began to hatch her plan. First, of course, they'd fuck, then she'd drop the bomb on him, a plan sure to get his fucking attention. --------------------------------- A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. "It's open," Ivy yelled from the kitchen. John wasted no time with the formalities. He rushed right over to his sexy teen temptress, planting a long, hot kiss on her lips. "Oh God, baby, I'm glad you came over, I was going fucking crazy in that house with her," John moaned, unzipping Ivy's skirt. "John," she whispered. "Yeah baby?" he said, sliding down his pants to his ankles. "Fuck me from behind like you did the other night," she moaned, leaning over and gripping the corner of the counter. John moaned and agreed, once again, taking his place behind her, grabbing her hips and thrusting his hot fat cock into her slutty pussy. The pair never spoke, just lots of moans and grunts as Ivy's hips slammed into the counter. "Fuck, I wanna fuck you like this everytime baby," he moaned, reaching up and grabbing some of her long golden hair. His other hand slid around to Ivy's tits, which were busy slapping into each other with John's forceful thrusts. "God, I love your body baby, so fucking tight and young and perfect," he moaned, picking up his pace. Ivy reached up and grabbed the cabinet doors, digging her long nails into the wood. She knew John was close to cumming and this always made her cum as well. She began rocking her hips side to side, riding his cock like a drunk whore. "Oh fuck, that's it baby, ride Daddy's cock, fuck it with that hot nasty pussy, baby," John moaned, jamming his cock into her fuckhole. "Oh... Oh... Ohhhhhhhhhh John," she screamed out, "Mmmmm... John, I'm cumminnnnnnnnnng!!" John was no longer able to hold on. With a few more thrusts, he, once again, unloaded inside his teen babygirl. "Ohhhhhhhhh... Goddddddd... Ivyyyyyyyyyyyy... Ohhhhhhhhh Shit!!" he screamed, flooding her sloppy wet cunt with his seed once more. The two just stood there for a moment, both trying to catch their breath. "John?" Ivy whispered. "Yes, baby?" John answered, still a bit winded. "I have to tell you something," she said, gently pulling away from the counter. John took this as her way of telling him the fun was over, at least for now, so he backed up and slid his pants back on as Ivy took his hand and led him into the living room. "Go ahead, baby," said John, with a concerned look on his face. "Well I'm not good at hinting around so I'm just gonna come right out and say it," she said, looking him in the eye. "Ok," he said. "I'm pregnant, John," she said in a low whisper. "You're pregnant? How the fuck is that possible, Ivy? We've only fucked a few times," he said, getting up from the sofa. "It only takes one time, John," said Ivy, getting up and following him. "Fuck, how could you let this happen, baby?" he said as he turned to face her. "Me?? I wasn't exactly alone, ya know," she answered defensively. "I know, baby, I'm sorry," he said, taking her into his arms. As they stood there and John rocked her back and forth, Ivy could only grin knowing that she now had him exactly where she wanted him. Poison Ivy Ch. 04 Once the shock had worn off, John began to realize his marriage was in deep shit. Having an affair is one thing, but becoming a father with another woman other then your wife, is something entirely different. This was something that couldn't be covered up with phony excuses and lies. John spent the next few weeks trying to keep equal time between his home and the bedroom of the woman who was having his baby. It wasn't easy, and Ivy wasn't about to make it easy either. "John, I want you to divorce her," said Ivy, as she and John sat in her living room. "I can't do that, baby, she'll wipe me out and I'll have nothing," he answered. "You'll have me, but I guess that doesn't mean shit to you," said Ivy, getting up from the sofa and walking towards the stairs. "I didn't mean it like that, baby, where are you going? Ivy come back and let's finish talking about this," he said. Ivy said nothing, she just turned and looked over her shoulder, giving John a seething glare. John knew he had said the wrong thing and he got up and followed Ivy, hoping to make up for his stupid remark. He came up behind Ivy and gently grabbed her arm. "Let go of me, John," she hissed, "I don't wanna even fucking look at you right now." "Well that's too fucking bad, Ivy, because I'm not leaving until you and I talk this out," he said, following her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Ivy attempted to close the door on John's arm, but he was much too strong for her. "Ivy!! Baby, c'mon, don't do this, please talk to me," he begged, taking a seat next to her on the bed. "Forget it, John, the next words that come out of your mouth better be you are divorcing your wife, otherwise, this conversation is over," Ivy snapped, once again glaring at John. John took a deep breath and looked down to the floor, "Baby, it's not that cut and dried, I can't just walk out on Melissa just because you want me to." "I don't give a flying fuck about Melissa," she said sarcastically, "I'm having your fucking child, doesn't that count for anything?" "Yes baby it does, but she's my wife, there's steps that have to be taken," he said, trying to calm her down. "Then fucking take them, John, or I will tell her for you," said Ivy, getting up and standing in front of him. John looked up into Ivy's eyes, he saw a look that he had never seen before, almost like she was possessed. She stood before him and began slowly removing her clothes. "Ivy, I'm not really in the mood to fuck right now," said John, taking another deep breath. "Oh, so now I'm not good enough for you, John? Now that I'm knocked up you don't want me anymore, is that it???" she screamed. "Baby, that's not it at all," he said, "I just don't think now's the right time to fuck is all." Ivy could sense that she was losing control of the situation, she had to think fast. Suddenly, she had an idea. "Ok, John, maybe you're right, I really don't have the time anyway, I'm going out on a date tonight," she said, walking over to her closet, still naked. "A what???" he said surprised. "A date, John, you know when a boy comes here and picks me up, takes me out and I end the evening by giving him head in the front seat of his car," she answered, pulling out a see thru black top from the closet. "You're not going anywhere, Ivy," he said, standing up and walking over to her. "Oh I'm not?" she said, "And who the fuck's gonna stop me?" John grabbed Ivy's arm and pulled her close to him. "Now listen to me, you little bitch, you're carrying my child, there's no more dating for you," he hissed thru gritted teeth. Ivy yanked her arm away and turned back to her closet. "Did you hear me?" he said in a demanding tone. "Yes, I heard you, but since you're STILL married, you're really in no position to tell me what I can and can't do, John," she answered, pulling out a pair of tight blue jeans and tossing them on the bed. Ivy's attitude angered John and he grabbed her again, this time tossing her on the bed, atop the jeans. He climbed up on top of her, pinning her arms above her head. "Now you listen, Ivy, I said you're not fucking going and I meant it," he said, pinning her wrists down forcefully. "Oh, I see you DO have a backbone, baby," she said sarcastically. John became even more angered. "Look at you, lying here on this bed looking like a slut, you know that's all you are, Ivy, is MY slut, that's all you'll ever be," he said, reaching down and unzipping his pants. "You wanted to fuck, baby, we're gonna fuck, I'll show you that I can make the fucking rules where you're concerned," he said. He took both of Ivy's wrists and clutched them tightly in his fist, using his other free hand to lift up her leg and bring it up to his shoulder. He looked directly into her eyes as his cock slid effortlessly into her cunt. "Mmmm, that what you wanted, slut?" he hissed, slowly beginning to pump her pussy. Ivy closed her eyes. Inside she was laughing knowing that she had him wrapped around her little finger, exactly where she intended on keeping him. "Answer me, slut, this what you fucking wanted?" he hissed louder. "Yes, yes fuck yes, John, mmmmmmm don't stop, fuck me till I'm numb," she pleaded. "Yeah I knew you'd like it, slut," he said, pumping her cunt faster. John's groans and grunts were matched only by the banging of the headboard into the lilly white bedroom wall. He was going to show Ivy that she was not in charge... he is. He began to ram her cunt like a jackhammer, sending her young body up the bed with each forceful thrust. Soon, Ivy's head was bumping the headboard, but John showed no signs of letting up. "Tell me, Ivy, fucking tell me, who's in charge here!!" he demanded. "Mmmm, ohhhhhh God, You John, you're in charge, you make the rules," she screamed, looking into his eyes. "That's right, baby, Daddy's in charge of this slut," he moaned, jabbing her cunt like a knife. She felt John's grip tighten even more and his balls were slapping her ass at the speed of light. She loved making her lover angry like this, knowing he would only punish her in the bedroom. "Fuck, mmmmmmm God Ivy, I'm cumminnnnnnnnnng, hmph, hmph, ohhhhhhhhh shit, oh oh oh ohhhhhhhhhh," he screamed, releasing his seed inside her once again. As always, Ivy's climax followed soon after, sending her into a tailspin of lust. "You feel better now?" John hissed, quickly getting up from the bed and zipping his pants back up. Ivy's wrists were throbbing from her circulation being cut off by his grip. For a moment, she just layed there and looked at him. "Yes, baby, I feel better," she answered, rolling over onto her stomach. "Good," said John, "Now you leave the rest up to me, I'll tell Melissa when it's time, you just let me handle it." Ivy didn't answer him, she just laid her head down on the bed and immediately fell asleep. John leaned over and kissed her smooth back before quietly slipping out of the bedroom. Poison Ivy Ch. 05 Ivy was awakened by the phone ringing, it was John. "Baby, I have to go out of town for a couple days," he said. "You're not going anywhere," she said. "Ivy, don't start this shit, I have to go, I don't have a choice, it's for work," he replied. "Work, my ass," she said, "If you leave, I'm going to tell Melissa everything." "Ivy, baby, I think you've forgotten our little talk," said John. "And I think you've forgotten that I'm carrying your child," she answered right back. "No, I haven't forgotten, and if I could, I wouldn't go on this trip, but if I don't, I'll lose my job," he said. "It's always some fucking excuse, isn't it, John," she said before slamming the phone down. In a way, she almost expect John to come running right over. But instead of hearing the doorbell ring, she heard a car starting up outside. It was John, he was actually leaving her. "You son of a bitch!!" she screamed from the window. Melissa was outside, seeing her husband off when Ivy's voice penetrated the quiet morning. She didn't quite know what to make of Ivy's remark, so she just shrugged it off, waved at her husband once more and turned around to go back inside. That fucking son of a bitch, who the fuck does he think he is?? thought Ivy. She stood there in the middle of her bedroom for a moment, then she knew what had to be done. Again, she made her way across the street. "Well hello there, Ivy, won't you come in?" asked Melissa. "No thanks, Mrs. Davis, I was actually wondering if you could come over for a few minutes and show me how to make a cake, it's my father's birthday tomorrow," said Ivy. "Of course I will, let me just grab my keys," said Melissa. And just like that, both women were off to Ivy's house. Once inside, Ivy slammed the door behind Melissa, which caused her to jump. "Sorry, sometimes the wind catches it," said Ivy, offering Melissa a seat on the sofa. "Where's this cake you need help with, sweety?" asked Melissa, looking around the huge living room. "There's plenty of time for that," said Ivy, "I thought we could talk first, ya know, get to know each other better." "Ok, that sounds lovely," said Melissa, settling into the sofa. Ivy knew it was now or never. If she wanted John to herself, she would have to make it happen. "Would you like something to drink?" asked Ivy. "Oh no thanks, dear, I'm fine," answered Melissa, giving a sickening sweet smile. "Ok then, Mrs. Davis, I have something I need to tell you," said Ivy. Melissa didn't say a word, she gave Ivy her undivided attention. "Mrs. Davis, I'm pregnant with your husband's child," said Ivy, wasting no time. "What? Is this some kind of joke?" she asked. "No ma'am, I'm dead serious," answered Ivy. Melissa just sat there for a moment, frozen in time. It seemed like years before she finally spoke. "Ivy, you're a very pretty girl, I'm sure you have lots of boyfriends, no need to make up wild stories," said Melissa. "It's not a fucking story, I've been fucking your husband for weeks now," snapped Ivy. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this rubbish," said Melissa, getting up and walking towards the door. "Oh yes you do, bitch, you're going to listen to any fucking thing I have to say," said Ivy, pushing Melissa back down on the sofa. Ivy walked over and pulled the blinds closed and locked the front door. "You can't keep me here you psycho, your parents will be home soon," said Melissa. "Wrong, bitch, they're on vacation," hissed Ivy, "Ok this is how it's gonna work, you're going to be my hostage until loverboy John gets back from his trip. Once that happens, I'll call him over here and he can tell you to your face that he's fucking finished with you and we're having a baby." Melissa was speechless. She knew that John had been coming over to the house quite a bit lately but she had just assumed it was to see Ivy's father, at least that's what John had been telling her. --------------- For the next 2 days, Melissa refused to eat, speak or drink anything. She remained on the sofa, just where Ivy had pushed her down to. Finally, the phone rang. It was John. He was home now, both happy to be talking to Ivy again, yet puzzled as to his wife's whereabouts. "John, I've missed you so much, I want you to come over," said Ivy. John agreed and within minutes, he was knocking on the door. Ivy quickly grabbed Melissa's shirt and pushed her into the hall closet, gagging her with one of her father's handkerchiefs. "Don't make a fucking sound," whispered Ivy, "You're about to find out how much your husband loves me." Poison Ivy Ch. 06 Ivy raced to the door, eager to greet John after his long absence. "Baby!!" he screamed, taking her in his arms and kissing her passionately. "Oh God, I've missed you, Ivy," he said, as they both walked into the living room together. As they sat on the sofa, they could barely keep their hands off of each other. Ivy was pleased knowing that Melissa had a bird's eye view of what was taking place. Finally, Ivy spoke, "Baby, I've missed you so bad, I thought you had forgotten about me and our baby," she said, taking John's hand and placing it on her stomach. John smiled, "No way in Hell could I forget you or our baby." Melissa was horrified. Her knees began to get weak and she felt as though she was about to puke any second. How could he do this to her? Ivy's just a child and no doubt has been with so many boys she's lost count. Ivy and John continued their love fest on the sofa and within minutes John had slipped off Ivy's bra and top, tossing them right in front of the hallway closet door. He pawed at her hot teen tits, rubbing and massaging them making Ivy's nipples as hard as tiny tan rocks. Ivy slid her hand down inside John's pants, grabbing his thick throbbing cock and quickly wrapping her warm palm around the shaft and rubbing her thumb over the pisshole which was already oozing pre-cum. "You know the fucking drill, baby," John whispered. Ivy giggled and stood up, bending over the large glass coffee table in front of the sofa. "Oh fuck yeah, I missed that hot ass," moaned John, giving it a light slap before unzipping his pants. "I wanna fuck you up the ass, Ivy," John hissed, "Don't deny me baby." Ivy looked over her shoulder and stuck her ass all the way out, "I'd never deny you anything, Daddy," she whispered. John smiled and whispered, "Good girl." Before he mounted his teen whore, John went to his knees and reached up, spreading Ivy's ass cheeks apart. He moaned as he lowered his mouth to her tight brown asshole. This was something Ivy had never experienced. She began getting wet immediately. "Oh God, John," she moaned as John's tongue darted in and out of her tight asshole. Ivy made sure she looked directly at the hallway closet, she wanted Melissa to see the joy that her husband brought to this teenage slut. When John was satisfied that Ivy's hole was wet enough, he stood up, placing his hands on her perfect hips and slowly slid his massive cock into the tight puckered hole. "Mmmm, God, John, oh God, you're so fucking thick," she moaned. "Mmm and my slut's asshole is nice n tight for Daddy," said John, slowly beginning to pump his cock into her. Ivy gripped the coffee table tightly, moving it just a bit. "Fucking you is all I've thought about, baby," he moaned, fucking her a bit faster now, "I've wanted to jack my cock off inside you for 2 days." Ivy arched her back and thrust her ass further around John's cock, milking it like only a good slut could do. The pair spent the better part of an hour fucking like two wild dogs while Melissa watched helplessly just a few feet away. "Do you fuck your wife up the ass?" Ivy moaned. "Fuck no, that prude doesn't even like sex," John answered breathlessly. Ivy smiled huge looking directly at the closet. What must this be doing to prudey Melissa? It made Ivy wet knowing that John's wife was watching her husband fuck the shit out of the neighborhood slut. Finally, John yelled out, "Mmmmmmm God, baby, it's cumming, Daddy's gonna fill up your hot asshole with his seed!!" Within seconds, Ivy felt John's thick gooey cum spraying deep within her ass. She moaned out loud, praising John for being such a great lover, making sure she was loud enough for Melissa to hear. As the last of his cum leaked out inside of Ivy, John leaned down and slid his tongue up and down her back, making her giggle like a school girl. Once he slid his cock from her wet asshole, both John and Ivy sat on the sofa, naked and talked. "I have a surprise for you, baby," moaned Ivy, slowly running her fingers thru John's hair. "Oh yeah? I love surprises, what is it baby?" he asked anxiously. Ivy just smiled and stood up, walking over to the hallway closet. John watched intently, no idea of what he was about to encounter. "Baby, remember you said something about your wife not being home?" "Yes," he replied, a bit puzzled. "Well wonder no more!!" she said, half laughing as she opened the closet door. John froze, unable to find any words. "Awww, baby, what's wrong? I thought you'd like my surprise," said Ivy in a fake pouty voice. "What the fuck's going on here, Ivy?" he asked angrily. "No, that's my question," said Melissa, "You've been fucking this whore?" John didn't speak right away, he just sat there, hoping in some way, this was all a dream, a facade. "Answer me you 2-timing piece of shit," yelled Melissa. "Yes, honey, answer her, she's your wife, she deserves to know," said Ivy. John shot Ivy a death glare as if to say your ass is mine now bitch. Ivy just stood there, still naked and dripping with John's cum, satisfied in what she had accomplished. "I'm waiting!!" shouted Melissa. "Baby, I don't know what to say," said John, "It just sort of happened." "No, John, fungus just sort of happens, not fucking a 19 year old whore and knocking her up!!" Ivy suddenly burst out laughing, no longer able to hold it in. "I'm glad you think this is so fucking funny, you home wrecking whore," said Melissa, fighting back tears. Ivy slapped Melissa across the face, sending her back against the wall. "Listen up, bitch, no one fucking talks to me like that in my house, get the fuck out," Ivy hissed. Ivy opened the door and pushed Melissa out, almost pushing her to the ground. Her attention went back to John. "I told you I would tell her, next time maybe you'll believe me," said Ivy. "You're a psychotic fucking bitch," said John, getting up and pulling up his pants, "It's over, Ivy, I told you it wasn't the right fucking time to tell Melissa!!" he shouted as he walked over to the door. "John? Honey, before you go, I just thought I'd tell you there is no baby, there never was." John became extremely angry. "What the fuck did you just say, bitch?? No fucking baby?? Then what was the fucking point of telling Melissa, you fucking cunt??" he yelled. "I told you, John, I want you all to myself, I told you I wanted her out of the picture, but did you believe me?" said Ivy. "You're a fucking lunatic," John said as he stormed out of the house. ----------------- Ivy stood there, smiling and looking out the curtain, watching John crawl back home with his tail between his legs as she said to herself, "John has no fucking clue how interesting this shit's about to get." Poison Ivy Ch. 07 A few minutes later, Ivy heard the sound of a car door shutting. It was Melissa, she had packed her bags and was leaving the house. Ivy couldn't help but laugh, pleased with how smoothly her plan was unfolding. Just then, the doorbell rang, it was a very pissed off John. He immediately walked in and grabbed Ivy by the throat, pushing her backwards into the living room wall. "Now you listen, bitch, I don't know what the fuck you think you're doing, but this is my life you're fucking with," he screamed in her face, "This is not a fucking game!!!!!!!!" "Don't be mad, baby, I did this for you and me," answered Ivy. "There is no more you and me you conniving little whore," he hissed, releasing his grip on her throat, "Look at you, you haven't even bothered to get dressed yet." "I knew you'd be back, darling," she said, slowly moving towards him. "Stay away from me, Ivy," he said, pushing her away. "I know you don't mean that," she whispered. "We're finished, I mean it, I'm gonna try to clean up this fucking mess you've made of my life, I want Melissa back," he said. Now Ivy was the one who became angered. "Ok, now YOU fucking listen to me, you selfish son of a bitch, I want you to pick up that phone and call Melissa and tell her to get her ass over here right now, do it, John, or things are going to get alot more messy," said Ivy. John raised his hand like he wanted to hit Ivy, but she never flinched. He grabbed his cell phone from his hip holster and dialed Melissa's phone in the car. After a few minutes, he hung up. "She's on her way," he said in a disgusted tone. "Good, now why don't you have a seat and we'll wait together," said Ivy, taking a seat on the sofa agian. John reluctantly sat down next to Ivy, but refused to look her in the eye. Within minutes, they heard a car pull up outside. It was indeed Melissa. Ivy smiled and got up to answer the door. "Why Melissa, it's so good to see you again, darling, please come in and sit down with me and John," said Ivy, closing the door behind Melissa. "What the fuck is this all about, Ivy? You won, he's yours, ok?" said Melissa. "Oh no no no, I haven't won ......... yet," said Ivy, taking a seat in her father's rocking chair. "I haven't won until John tells you what he told me," she continued. "What are you talking about now, Ivy?" asked John. "Tell her you want a divorce, John," said Ivy. "That's a fucking lie and for God's sake, put some fucking clothes on, Ivy," John snapped. "What's wrong, baby? You never had a problem with me being naked before, why now?" she asked. John didn't answer, he just hung his head and stared at the floor, trying to figure a way out of this nightmare. "Fucking tell her!!!!!!!!!!" Ivy yelled. Both John and Melissa jumped, neither sure of what Ivy was going to do or say next. Ivy sat back in her father's chair and threw her legs over each arm, completely revealing her young pussy to the pair. They both sat there staring, neither of them speaking a word. "You like my pussy, Melissa?" Ivy asked. Melissa swallowed hard and whispered, "Yes, I like it very much." Ivy smiled and giggled just a bit and proceeded to run her fingers down into her sloppy slit. Both John and Melissa were paralyzed, unable to comment. "I bet you'd like to touch it, huh, Melissa?" said Ivy. John could feel his cock growing again inside his pants. Even though he was angry and a bit scared, he found this conversation to be extremely erotic. Ivy stood up and walked over to Melissa as she looked over at John. She reached out and took the shocked woman's hand and placed it on her swollen mound. "Rub it a little bit, Melissa," urged Ivy, "It won't bite you, I promise." Ivy closed her eyes and concentrated on Melissa's soft touch, she could hear her breathing begin to get a little heavier and Ivy knew this was turning Melissa on. Within seconds, Melissa had her mouth buried inside Ivy's cunt, lapping and kissing and sucking and massaging the young bud. Ivy grabbed a handful of Melissa's thick brown hair and shoved her mouth further. John sat back on the sofa and unzipped his pants, quietly pulling out his cock as not to disturb his two ladies. He watched Melissa's tongue and Ivy's face, both seemed to be lost in a world of their own. "Mmmmmm, that's it baby, tongue fuck my pussy," Ivy moaned. "Oh God," John moaned, stroking his cock faster. Soon John stood up and walked behind Ivy, kissing her neck and rubbing her tits. She all but melted in his arms. Melissa stopped licking long enough to tell Ivy to straddle her face while she layed on the sofa, and Ivy obeyed. She carefully layed back and pulled the hot teen's cunt back into her mouth. Ivy's knees were on the arm of the couch, forcing her ass to stick straight out. John took this as his cue to move in, and he did just that. Again, placing his hands on Ivy's hips, only this time he drove his cock straight up her tight dry asshole, causing her to yell out like a wounded animal. Ivy couldn't believe what was going on and how fucking good it felt to have another woman's tongue inside her. John fucked away, looking down and seeing Melissa's tongue working and watching his cock fuck Ivy like the whore she was.