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''Synopsis: The girls have a sleepover where Daddy bonds with Elsie when his wife and daughter go to bed, no strings attached.''

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Upstairs, Brie sat in front of a mirror and combed the knots out of her hair. It was still ratty from her time in the water. Meanwhile, Elsie dug through Brie’s messy closet, seeing what she could procure from her best friend’s wardrobe. Neither of them had yet dressed. Elsie pulled out a white teeshirt that was two sizes too big for either of the girls. The shirt said “Bye hater” on it.

“OMG,” Elsie said, “Remember when you wore this all the time?”

Brie rolled her eyes at the oversized garment. “Yesss, I thought I was so hip-hop back then.”

“Brie, hip-hop is the last thing you’ll ever be,” Elsie teased. She pulled the shirt on and flipped her hair out of it. She posed cheekily.

Brie gave her a once-over, “You wear it better than I ever did. I bet even Mia would approve.”

Elsie lit up at the suggestion. She twisted in the mirror, smoothing the shirt down her non-existent breasts as she examined her figure. Nearly swimming in it, the shirt came down just over her butt. “You think so?”

“You can have it, if you want.”

“Really? You don’t want it?”

“Nah, I just use it as a night shirt anyway. Something to sleep in.”

A lightbulb went off in Elsie’s head, “Oh yeah, you know what we should do tonight? We should have a sleepover! I thought of it when I was getting my swimming suit, so I packed an extra outfit in my duffel bag, just in case.”

Brie grinned big. “That sounds fun! I’ll ask my parents over dinner.”

Just then, Warrick called from downstairs, “Dinner’s ready!”

“We’re coming!” Brie called back.

Elsie giggled and then quietly moaned pornographically, feigning masturbation, “We’re cumming.” Brie frowned and smacked her friend on the shoulder, which made Elsie laugh even harder.

Brie quickly finished getting ready, leaving her bikini top on and slipping back into her gray sweatpants—no panties underneath. Elsie was still considerably turned on from the events at the pool, especially the Novas’ joint massage. Her bikini bottoms remained saturated from her arousal and their coolness against her pussy was making her self-conscious. She reached under the oversized shirt and untied one side of the bottoms. “Guess I don’t need these on anymore. They’re still wet from the pool, anyway.”  She released the strands, winking at Brie as they slid down her leg, and she stepped out.

Brie inhaled deeply, glancing at the slight fabric on the ground. They looked wet alright, but only in the middle. She pushed back against a nervous sensation flooding her chest and they headed down the stairs to dinner.

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Over dinner, Brie put in her request for the sleepover.

“I don’t know,” said Warrick, “I was kind of hoping for a ''quiet'' evening.” He flung his head in Elsie’s general direction.

Elsie pleaded, “Pleeease, Warrick.” And then in a whisper, “I promise I’ll be quiet.”

“Don’t you girls have school in the morning?”

Brie countered, “No, tomorrow’s Sunday. And besides, you and mom had Ivy sleep over on Thursday, and that’s a school night.”

Warrick shot a glance at his wife, who gave a smirking nod of admission back. This was the first they knew that Brie had known about the “sleepovers” they had with the friend and junior coworker of Hazel’s. They always made sure to invite Ivy in only after they had put their child to bed. “True,” Warrick conceded, “But we’re adults and we get to break the rules.”

Brie turned to Hazel, “Please, mommy?”

“Please!” echoed Elsie.

“It’s up to your father.”

Not wanting to be the villain, Warrick finally relented with a sigh, much to the girls’ excitement and also to the detriment of his eardrums. After they finished eating, the girls cleared the table and Hazel started on the dishes.

Warrick herded the kids into the family room. “You girls want to watch a movie or play a game?”

“No, let’s play the Nintendo,” Elsie replied.

“Okay, I’ll get it set up.” Warrick flicked the remote and turned on the television. He pulled out a vintage Nintendo console and popped in the the third Super Mario Bros. game. Being as it was an older system, the length of the cables prevented whomever had the controller to sit on the couch and play at the same time, so the player had to sit in the middle of the room.

Elsie was up first. She sat down, cross-legged on the carpet and started plugging away at the first level. “These graphics are so old!” she giggled.

“This is a classic game,” Warrick retorted, finding a seat on the couch. “They did amazing things with the technology for the time.”

“Still, doesn’t change how old it is,” Elsie taunted with a laugh.

Warrick growled, unable to argue her point.

Meanwhile, Brie sat on the couch next to her father. As they both looked on, watching Elsie’s progress, Warrick lazily rubbed his daughter’s back with one hand. In just a bikini top, Brie felt both comforted and relaxed by its presence on the bare parts of her back. It kind of tickled, and goosebumps rose up. She shivered and sighed deeply.

Warrick noticed her breathing and felt sudden clarity in his actions, realizing that his absent-minded stroking might be having real implications for his daughter’s sensitive nerve endings. He stopped and patted her on the shoulder, resting his hand there.

Brie didn’t want the feeling to stop, though, so she turned to him, flashing a smile, and quietly said, “Daddy, that feels good. Keep doing it.”

Warrick was unsure that it would be wise to honor her request, but he was too charmed by her impish smile and her calling him “Daddy” to fight it, and recommenced lightly rubbing her back and shoulders. He figured he could just send her up to her room to masturbate if her new, erotic tendencies began to get out of hand.

But Brie was trying her hardest to stay extra-engaged with the game on the TV. She didn’t want to be banished to her room, she just wanted to enjoy herself. She pushed back against the warm feelings she was harboring in her belly.

In front of them, Elsie was doing pretty well, but eventually a rogue fireball took Mario’s life and it was time to switch players. “That was cheap!” she cried out and turned to her friend. “You’re up.”

Brie slipped down from the couch and plopped herself onto the floor next to Elsie. She attempted a run of the first world, but her fingers felt sluggish. She was unable to make Mario perform accurately and so she stumbled through the level. To her credit, she nearly made it to the end, but before she did, Mario fell to his doom. “Fuck me!” she shouted.

“Easy now, Brie,” Warrick scolded, “Don’t let your mom hear you talking like that.”

Elsie laughed uproariously.

“Sorry, dad,” the girl replied, returning to the couch.

Once again, Elsie took the reigns and began her next run. Unlike Brie, she was not quite so distracted, and her playtime was much longer. Warrick resumed treating his daughter to a back rub. He enjoyed having more-or-less unrestricted access to her smooth, slender back, save for the places covered by the scanty bands of her swimming top. He switched up from using his fingertips to lightly scratching her with his nails. Brie inhaled deeply and quickly exhaled, letting only the quietest of moans escape her lips.

Warrick heard, but devilishly, he persisted. As he dragged his fingernails across her shoulders and up the nape of her neck, Brie felt some of her girl-cum dribble into the crotch of her sweatpants.

“Damn it!” shouted Elsie. A bouncing turtle shell had taken her next life. She turned to Brie and noticed the special treatment she was getting from her dad. Brie gazed back and blushed. Elsie smirked, “It’s your turn again.”

“Um, okay,” Brie replied, quietly. She crawled back onto the floor.

Elsie, this time, took a spot on the couch instead of staying put next to her friend. She hoped that Warrick would rub her back, too, recalling the special attention he had given her at the pool that afternoon. Briefly, he didn’t move, so she leaned into him and flashed him a quick smile. He smiled back at her, albeit cautiously, but his constitution immediately crumbled and he placed a hand over her tee-shirt covered back. As Brie careened through the stage, Warrick lightly massaged the other young girl beside him.

Warrick’s heart pounded. He could tell that Elsie was flirting with him, but he couldn’t really grasp her true intentions. Was she really attracted to him, or was it just building adolescent hormones guiding her suggestive actions? Or was it his own hormones seeing something sexual in the innocent elementary schooler seated beside him that wasn’t actually there? More shouting snapped him out of his contemplation.

“I died again!”

“Already?” whined Elsie, “You did that on purpose!”

Brie was taken aback. “What?”

“You’re dying so that I have to play the game and you can just sit here and watch!”

“No I’m not, you’re just better at it than I am.”

“Just go again!”

“I can’t go again, it’s your guy up!”

“Girls!” Warrick interrupted, “If nobody wants to play the game, we don’t have to, but you’re the ones who suggested it.” He wondered if they were fighting over the game or his attention. “Let’s not end a friendship over Mario.” The girls exchanged sheepish glances. “Why don’t we watch a movie instead?”

They all agreed and rifled through the movies available to stream.

“Daddy, can we watch a rated-R movie?” Brie asked.

“Oh I don’t know, do you think you’re mature enough to handle it?” Warrick asked in return.

Brie rolled her eyes and said, “Yesss.”

“Can we watch a rated-X movie, Daddy?” Elsie asked brightly, batting her eyes but clearly being sarcastic.

Warrick brushed off the fact that she, too, had called him “Daddy” and chuckled. “Very funny. Anyway, there aren’t any rated-X movies to stream on here.”

“How about this one?” Brie pointed to a sci-fi film called ''Barbarella''. “It says it’s rated PG.”

Warrick was unfamiliar with it, but it looked like an adventure film, akin to “Star Wars”. “That looks like a good one to watch. Fire it up.”

They hit play and Warrick turned off the lights. He seated himself back on the couch, and the movie flickered to life on the screen. Brie crawled onto his lap while Elsie sat next to him, seating herself at the front edge of the couch cushion. From this vantage, Warrick was able to attend to both of the girls, one with either hand, and he reached out to rub and lightly massage the two kids in front of him.

The movie played and an astronaut floated into the frame in a kitschy, psychedelic spacesuit. As the opening credits played, the astronaut peeled off its gloves, revealing feminine hands inside. From there, the woman continued into a kind of sensual, zero-gravity strip tease, slowly peeling off parts of the suit one-by-one. Warrick and the girls were shocked to see her floating in space and climbing completely out of her clothes.

“Whoa,” Elsie whispered.

Just then, Hazel entered the dark room. She was still in her bathing suit, and remained topless from earlier in the day. By now on the TV screen, Jane Fonda was fully nude, and flashing glimpses of her breasts and nipples to the camera. “What on earth are you all watching?”

Warrick cleared his throat. “Sorry honey, it said it was rated PG. It’s 1960s sci-fi. We can turn it off.”

“Well, I suppose it’s fine,” she relented, “Most of us here already have, or will have, boobs. And you’ve seen it all, anyway. How raunchy could a movie be in the ’60s, after all?” She took a seat on a recliner nearby. “Brie, honey, come sit on my lap and and let me give you your medicine.”

Brie rolled her eyes and sighed, and crawled out of her daddy’s lap. She climbed up onto the chair with her mother where Hazel produced a syringe. Brie opened her mouth and Hazel pushed in the plunger, which she did with a little too much force. While most of the gooey syrup fell into the girl’s mouth, a good bit of it splattered up the length of her nose and onto her cheeks.

“Ew, Mom, you got it all over me!”

Hazel chuckled and defended herself. “Sorry! It’s dark in here. I couldn’t see what I was doing.”

Brie reached a hand up to wipe it off, but Hazel stopped her, “Here, let me do it.” She then leaned in and suddenly licked the solution right off her daughter’s nose.

Brie reeled back, “Mom! Gross! Don’t lick me!”

“Can we keep it down?” barked Warrick.

Hazel laughed aloud, “Okay, okay! It was just a prank.” She held her daughter by the cheeks and wiped the rest of the medicine off her face with her thumbs. When she was done, Brie turned around and leaned back into her mother, laying her head upon her soft, bare breasts.

“It tastes good, though,” Hazel followed up.

“What’s it taste like?” Warrick inquired, himself curious about the strange medicine.

Hazel sighed wistfully. “Tastes a bit like… my childhood.” She brought her sticky thumb up to her nose and gave a sniff before sucking it off her thumb, savoring the flavor this time.

“What do you mean?” Warrick was confused.

“It tastes like the medicine I had to take once when I was sick.”

Warrick could only imagine it must taste like sugary artificial cherry flavoring, but then remembered Brie had said it was salty when the doctor fed her her first dose. Maybe licorice?

Meanwhile, on the TV, the movie turned out to be an out-and-out cheese-fest, but it was surprisingly racy. The first scene featured Barbarella rewarding a man she had just met with sex. Of course, it was only implied sex, as their futuristic carriage skated around an icy plane, but Brie was taken by it, nonetheless. She imagined what scenes could be happening inside the man’s circling vessel. At just nine years old, she had seen very little porn and, of course, had never been with a man, but she was suddenly feeling curiously keen on trying it out. A buzzing in her head grew, and her cheeks tingled as she daydreamed about the boys she and Elsie had met in the mall that morning.

With Brie now sitting on Hazel’s lap, Elsie noted that Warrick’s was open, so she decided to climb aboard. Warrick didn’t mind at all. He continued to rub her back and shoulders through her oversized tee-shirt, now free to use both hands on her at the same time. Elsie purred and found herself getting used to his touch. After her lengthy massage at the pool, and now being close to Warrick again, she felt like she was being put under a spell, and one she liked, at that. She spread her legs across one of his thighs and held onto his knee with her small hands for balance. She occasionally leaned into her arm, pressing her forearm against her crotch, feeling an electric sensation from her pussy every time she applied pressure there.

Warrick could feel the girl rocking slightly on his leg as he continued to rub her shoulders. He silently wished the preteen were rocking on his hardening shaft instead. Between his still-topless wife, his perpetually aroused child, the sexy movie playing, and the sweet, young thing turning to putty in his hands, he felt like he was watching a lit fuse on a powder keg, edging ever closer to exploding.

Brie felt safe in the warmth of her mother’s embrace. While she was enjoying the strangely risqué feature on the television, she felt distracted by the warm softness of her mom’s chest. Losing interest in the screen, she shifted in her lap so that she could gaze upward at the shapely cones of the bosom above her. The nipples that capped them off seemed to call out to her. She wanted to touch them, even to suck on them. The world around her began to fade away, and she fixed her vision upon them. When she thought that nobody was paying attention, she reached up and brushed her hand, with her tingling fingers, against one. Hazel, of course, noticed, but only gave a sigh finished off with a soft moan. This emboldened Brie, who felt like her head was filling with gauze. She puckered her lips slightly, imagining what it would be like to take one of those nipples into her mouth. She quickly became fascinated with her mother’s boobs, completely ignoring the movie that played. She gently kneaded one breast, and then the other. Beneath her, she felt her mother’s legs quiver.

Hazel dragged her fingers across Brie’s bare arms, lightly tracing up and down their length, from her girl’s shoulders, down to the fingertips that were themselves now drawing circles around her own areola. She glanced over at Warrick, but he was either too focused on the movie, or perhaps too focused on massaging the nymph child in front of him, to notice the two of them. Her kid’s head was so close to her nipple that she could feel the girl’s warm breath cascade across it in rhythmic pants. It made her giddy inside and gave her flesh goose bumps. She reminisced about when Brie was a baby and how she and her daughter used to sit in that very chair and feed. She knew what Brie needed once again, and she shifted her weight slightly, directing one of her stiffening buds ever closer to her daughter’s pouting lips.

Brie’s base instinct kicked in and she took to her mother’s tit readily. Hazel again moaned softly as her daughter’s warm lips engulfed her nipple and immediately sucked. She considered that it was barely six years ago that Brie finally weaned from her. Now, here she was once again, suckling her daughter, who indulged on her breast with the vigor of a newborn baby. But this time, it wasn’t just sacred, it was erotic.

Meanwhile, Elsie, too, was distracted from the movie at hand and noticed what was happening in the recliner across the room. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing Brie doing in the dim room, though she dared not make a comment. She was loving the attention she was getting from Warrick and didn’t want to draw attention to him nor herself. She deeply desired to shed the shirt she wore, along with the rest of her inhibitions, and allow Warrick total access to her preteen body. But, given that she wasn’t wearing any panties underneath, she knew that would leave her completely naked and sitting on top of Warrick’s lap! She begrudged that it wasn’t such a great idea in front of the man’s wife. Nevertheless, she dared to push the envelope a little further. She turned to Brie’s dad and whispered, “Can you rub my back… for real, I mean?”

Warrick swallowed hard and paused to consider. He had been attending to her, but he had always kept his hands properly over her shirt. Now she was asking him to delve underneath, to make skin-to-skin contact with the young girl. Elsie shifted her weight and lifted the back hem from under her butt to give him access. Warrick obliged and, as he moved his hands under the garment, he became starkly aware that the girl wasn’t wearing any underwear at all. Below the bottom of her shirt, he caught a glimpse of the top of the crack of her small, bare ass sat atop his knee. He even recognized a familiar, warm, satiny moisture seeping from her bare split. While the logistics were a bit awkward, he was able to surreptitiously access her backside without exposing their ploy to his wife. However, as he worked his hands up to her shoulders, his arms pulled the bottom of her shirt up high enough to leave everything below her hipbones exposed. If Hazel or Brie had looked over, they would have surely seen her bald, immature cunny glistening against Warrick’s thigh in the flickering light of the television.

Elsie balked and quickly yanked the front hem down to cover her crotch so she wouldn’t be caught. Still, her ass continued to peek out from underneath the back of her shirt. Even so, she loved the feeling of Warrick’s hands on her bare flesh, and her naked cunt on his thigh, magnifying the thrill that she was doing something naughty. Though she attempted to focus on the movie, she found herself entering a sexual trance.

On the recliner, Brie continued to sip at her mother’s breast, encouraged by the woman’s increasingly ragged breathing and light whines. In Brie’s world, these sounds were amplified, like the beating of a drum, combined with the moans of a porn star. Her mother’s rubbery nipple was stiff inside her mouth, and she tongued at it like a baby might to get at more milk. It felt both wrong and right, to be sexually engaged with her own mom, and Brie gave in fully to her desires. Her head was buzzing and her own breathing was becoming labored.

Beneath her sweatpants, she felt her girl-cum dribbling out of her puss and down her crack. It only distracted her from her mother just enough to wonder if she could get away with masturbating right then and there in the living room in full view of her parents and even Elsie. It didn’t seem so risky, she thought. After all, they had all already experienced her torrents of bliss this weekend. Her mother had helped her get off in the car just the day before, and Elsie had shared an orgasm with her at the mall earlier that same day. Even her dad who had not seen her humming directly had witnessed something happening at the pool and in the car.

She fought through the fog in her head, detached herself from her attentive mom and glanced over at her dad. She saw him still rubbing Elsie’s shoulders, but he had now moved under her shirt. She could see the side of her friend’s little butt on his knee and wondered if he noticed that she was naked underneath the single thin layer of her cotton tee-shirt. She wondered, too, if her father was hard because of Elsie. She wondered what his penis looked like. It had been years since she had seen his cock—albeit never erect—but she had overheard her parents’ fuck sessions many times. Her mother, in particular, wasn’t subtle about it when they were together, always moaning quite loud, often swearing in rampant pleasure from the privacy of their bedroom. Brie wondered why she couldn’t be just as brazen as her there in the darkness.

She returned to nursing at her mother’s tit and her mind raced. She daydreamed about dicks shooting spunk when a man like her father was aroused enough, and she felt a growing curiosity to know what that looked like in real life. She was now quite familiar with the flood of her own cum, but not that of a man. She felt strangely ashamed that she had never seen her father’s cum up close. But she chided herself internally, for what normal kid would ever see such a thing from her father. Nevertheless, she now despaired at so many missed opportunities through the years. Whenever she used to hear her parents fooling around, she would avoid them If it was daytime, she would go outside, or at night cover her ears with her pillow. But why, she wondered, didn’t she ever feel the desire to go and watch before now? What could she have seen? What could she have learned? What could she have felt?

As she dreamed about her father’s payload, her mind again wandered to the medicine she had to take. It was unlike anything she had ever tasted before. She wondered if it was at all like what a man would produce. She began to imagine herself covered in it. She fantasized about it splashing over her face, and glazing her pussy. Though her mom had already given her a dose, she now felt the need for more.

She popped Hazel’s nipple out of her mouth and spoke. “Mommy, I think I need more medicine.”

Hazel inhaled slowly, her breath shuddering. She liked being called mommy again. She spoke quietly. “Yeah?”

Brie nodded back silently.

“Okay, let’s go upstairs and get you as much as you need.” She grasped her daughter and heaved herself up off the chair. She cradled the small child in her arms and left the room. 

Both Warrick and Elsie stared at the two of them, following their path intently as they crossed the room and exited the den. As soon as Hazel had left the room, the two remaining paramours dispensed with any reticence they were feeling with reckless abandon. They both knew what the other wanted and they were not going to hesitate to take advantage of their time alone together.

Warrick’s hands moved along quickly underneath Elsie’s shirt directly to her front side. His touch was firm, and he rubbed across her fit tummy and headed upwards to fondle the undeveloped plane of her child tits. Her nipples stiffened and the little girl on his lap cooed and arched backwards, thrusting her flat chest into his groping hands and craning her neck around to speckle his chin and jaw with kisses.

Warrick reveled in the smoothness of the girl’s immature, preteen body, and how soft her skin was under his touch, despite her lack of breasts. His hands circled and massaged her boyish chest and he grasped at her aching nipples. She raised her arms slightly and Warrick instantly got the hint, grabbing the hem of her shirt and stripping it right over her head in one fluid motion. She was naked and out in the open.

Elsie shivered with a chill, having her one and only layer removed so swiftly. She also attributed her goosebumps to her nerves. No man, no boy for that matter, had ever treated her like this, ever made her feel like this. She now sat, fully naked, upon the knee of her best friend’s dad. Behind her, he felt so big and strong in contrast with her 55 pounds, and she reveled in his directness as soon as they had left Hazel’s oversight.

She was surprised that he was so eager to grope her. She had known him for years, but never once had he made a move on her, nor ever hinted that he might be sexually interested in her or any other child. But in that moment she felt special that he had chosen her. She didn’t care that she was a kid and he was four times her age.

Still facing away from him on his lap, she reached back and wrapped her arm around his neck, leaning into him, pressing her slender body against his chest and brushing her soft face against his rough, stubbly one. She arched her back, pushing her featureless chest out to meet his hands, which roamed freely up and down her torso, caressing every inch of her lithe, dancer’s body. Her heart skipped a beat as he dipped his fingers down over her tummy, closer to her slit, just as he had done earlier that day at the pool, and she became aware of her natural lubrication flowing. She wondered if he was finally going to try to touch her there, right on her bald, little-girl cunny.

Part of her felt depraved, like she should put an end to this, to stop the madness, before they took things too far. Before she was exposed to a world decidedly forbidden to children. But another, stronger part of her knew she was helpless in Warrick’s presence and would let it continue. It was not a choice as much as an inevitability, but one she easily made peace with. She rocked her hips atop his thigh, sliding the length of her slick pussy up and down, from her watering hole up to the nub of her electrified clit, leaving behind a glossy streak on his leg.

Warrick worked his fingers down her belly until at last he reached the top of the third-grader’s puffy, virginal crack. Resting there momentarily, he was ready to go further than he was able to go with her at the pool that afternoon. His index finger pressed beneath the folds of her outer lips and found the stiff bundle of her love bump. He lifted the hood covering it and brushed over its sensitive nerve endings. Elsie moaned aloud, high pitched and girlish. One of her hands instinctively tore at the man’s trousers. Warrick’s fingers danced across her clit, sending her limbs flailing and ruining her concentration, though she managed to just get his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Her small hand ducked under the waistband of his underwear and found his swollen cock waiting. It was thick, and hot, and peculiarly slippery. The prepubescent girl didn’t consciously understand why she wanted his cock so desperately, or even what to do with it now that she had it, but she pressed on, letting her feelings guide her.

Warrick groaned aloud as she grasped for his bulging rod with such petite hands. She pulled it from underneath the fabric into the open. A bead of precum quickly turned into a rivulet that rolled down his shaft. Somewhere in the back of his head, he couldn’t believe what was happening. He had always had some small attraction to younger girls, but always assumed it was just his general lust for women paired with the cuteness of youth. He would never have considered himself a pedophile, yet here he was, fooling around with a sexually ravenous little girl of nine with barely a second thought.

He watched the child gazing intently as his member throbbed out in the open, pulsing out even more precum.

She stared at the swollen stick, multi-colored and ribbed with sensuous veins. She had glimpsed her daddy’s floppy penis on rare occasions, but never had she seen one so large, so hard, and looking almost aggressively at her with its one leaking eye. She stroked up and down, working the clear lubricant it produced around his shaft.

Her childish inexperience was apparent, yet it erotically compounded Warrick’s pleasure just the same. He couldn’t hold back his base desires any longer, and in one swift motion, he scooped his daughter’s illegally aged friend up off his knee, turned her around to face him, and laid her upon her back on the floor. Her soft, smooth bottom fit in one hand. It felt precious and deliciously devious to be caressing a little kid there, and it brought their size difference to the forefront of both of their minds.

Barely able to think clearly, the girl’s legs instinctively splayed wide and her blushing, underage gash parted slightly. He knelt between her knobby knees, tugging his underwear down further over his thighs.

Elsie gazed through slit eyes as Warrick towered above her in the dim light, his large cock swaying into view. It drooled precum onto her belly in thin strands. Watching the beast between his legs, she felt excitement and terror at the same time. It was her first time, and it was with her friend’s dad. Their lust for one another was so great that it had started when Brie and Hazel had no sooner left the room. ''They could be back at any moment,'' she thought. But the fear of getting caught only drove her to want it all the more.

Her mind, too, flashed briefly to her parents. Perversely, she almost wished they could see her now, even though they would surely be disappointed to find her here, naked and on display for an adult man twenty years her senior, desperate to cum, desperate to be penetrated, desiring nothing more than to be made his. She wanted them to know how much more exciting Brie’s parents were than they. She thought about Brie’s comments about her mother earlier in the day, how the elder woman had offered to help her get off. She wondered if her friend was telling the truth. And she wondered if, indeed, Hazel had fingered her daughter, or had maybe even gone further. Brie’s condition was so new, Elsie wondered if they could be upstairs making love right now, mother and daughter, parent and child.

In that moment, Warrick, too, thought of his wife and child. He knew Hazel had taken Brie to get her medicine, but he didn’t know how long that would take. He briefly wondered if they’d come back mere moments from now and catch him hovering over a naked Elsie with his pants down, or in the salacious and illegal act that he was moving ever closer to performing with her. But even with the looming threat of being caught, he couldn’t stop himself. How could he when his protege, with her blushing cheeks and lusty eyes, desperately pleaded for him to continue? Her hips humped upwards along with her heaving breath, her precious, naked kiddie cunny only just managing to brush against his large and burning adult cock. Somehow the inexperienced girl’s body knew just what she was supposed to do. He couldn’t deny her quaking figure the pleasure it was begging him for.

Warrick swallowed hard and leaned forward to press the head of his dick at the top of her slick slit, then slid down her hairless slit, soaking up her girlish lubricant, until it lined up at the entrance of her preteen tunnel. Lightly tracing down her smooth crack made his cock swell and threaten to cum all over the little grade-schooler’s body, but he fought to keep himself together so that he could follow through with fucking the tight little pussy underneath him. Elsie pursed her lips and whimpered, “Yes, yes,” nodding her head wildly and grasping at the carpet around her. Her mewling transformed into a loud moan as he pressed against her, pushing her soft, pliable labia apart, stretching her gooey hole open and feeding the girl’s cunt-mouth a cock for the first time in her life. Moving slowly, he rocked ever-so-slightly in and out of her tight pussy, making room for himself bit by bit.

The small girl hissed and swore in pleasure underneath him. For Elsie, it was all new, feelings she had never felt before. She was having sex. Real sex with a man. It was something very different from when she used her own fingers, or indeed, even when Brie had fingered her at the mall earlier that day. She had barely even seen it, yet now his erection was huge and hot inside of her, filling her completely, and her insides electrified as the flanged cock head and vein-wreathed shaft skimmed the velvety pleats of her channel.

Warrick gasped as he felt the third grader’s warm pussy slowly engulf his rod. She was so tight that he found it difficult to maneuver inside of her, and he could feel her unconsciously clamping rhythmically down on his shaft, making it even harder to get all the way in. He pressed the weight of his body against her small vulva and she spread her legs even further, trying to coax him in as far as he could go. At last he felt his cock reach the end of her tunnel and they both knew he could go no further. He paused there and they both moaned and whimpered for a few moments.

Elsie looked down her body to where hers joined with his. She saw the end of his shaft just before it disappeared inside of her. She could see the beginning of the valley where her own body split. Her plump labia wrapped, stretching, tightly around the girth of his cock. “It’s amazing,” she panted. She craned her neck upwards to see Warrick and he smiled lustily down at her. He was huge and heavy against her, tripling her own weight. He could have seemingly crushed her underneath him, if he so chose. She suddenly felt helpless, and turned her head away, thrilled and embarrassed at the same time by his all-encompassing presence. “I…”

“What is it, Els?” Warrick pried hoarsely.

After a pause, Elsie formed the words, “I just wish you were… ''my'' dad.”

Warrick’s heart pounded, but his cock leapt inside of her. He was unsure where she was going with this, wondering if she wanted him to pull out. But something about the sentiment of caring for her as a father turned him on incredibly, “What do you mean, honey? You want to be Brie?”

Elsie continued to stare into the distance, “No, nothing like that. It’s just that…” she paused, unsure if she was revealing too much, “Then we’d live together, and we could do this every night. Like I do with my sister.” She then turned to look at him and said with a very serious look in her eyes, “I wouldn’t tell anyone. I haven’t told anybody about Mallory.”

Again Warrick’s cock swelled inside and he wondered if he was going to lose his constitution and cum right then and there. Instead, he kept quiet and concentrated, doing math equations in his head, staving off thoughts of what this girl could possibly be doing with her fourteen-year-old sister, in addition to the impending eruption swelling in his balls. The way she said she wouldn’t tell anyone—innocent but conspiratorial—they both knew what they were doing was wrong. Sex between an adult and child, no matter how loving, how consensual was forbidden by law and public opinion. But she acknowledged, too, that she wanted to continue as much as he did. He swallowed hard again and rasped, “Well, kiddo, I can be your daddy for tonight and we can see how it goes after that, how does that sound?”

Elsie’s pleading eyes warmed into a soft smile. “That sounds good.” She leaned up, craning her neck, and kissed him softly on the lips. As her head fell back to the carpet, her expression again shifted to pleading and a new hot flood of her girlish essence drained from her crack. She squeezed the muscles of her vagina tightly around Warrick’s cock and begged, “I need it, Daddy.”

Warrick needed no more encouragement and backed the length of his cock out of her body. Elsie covered her mouth with her hand and bawled through the entire journey. Just as his knob popped from within the elastic rim of her hole, he looked down her body to line up again. He was massive, especially in contrast to her lithe, preteen frame. Her legs were splayed as wide as they could go, and he was struck by just how twiggy the little girl was. The muscles and tendons surrounding her underage vulva were taught, vulgarly pulling her glistening pussy lips open as far as they could. Even though he had just been inside of her, he didn’t believe he could actually fit his cock inside the 9-year-old’s snatch again. But still, he plunged it back inside of her, feeling her wet warmth squishing around his member.

Fucking her slowly, he steadily built up a quickening rhythm, pulling out as far as he could and then pushing back in until just before hitting her infertile cervix. Elsie moaned wantonly, and he worried that her cacophonous howling would draw the attention of his family upstairs, but he still couldn’t bring himself to stop his immoral rutting. Instead, he was emboldened and, propping himself up with one arm, he caressed Elsie’s smooth, undeveloped breasts and nipples with the opposing hand. His attention on her flat chest only amplified her cries and swears.

He slid his hand down and caressed her narrow hips, which caused her to get ever louder. She had gotten so loud that he finally had no choice but to cover her mouth with his support hand. He felt the girl’s moans and hot breath against his palm, but at least she was muffled. If Hazel were to find him now, it would look so wrong. His large body pinning the naked little girl, his hand blocking her cries, hot tears squeezing out of her eyes. Even her writhing ecstasy could be mistaken for struggle. And that didn’t even account for the fact that she would also catch him fucking a child on the floor of their den. It looked bad, but for the both of them it felt good. Indescribably good.

As he continued to quickly pump his cock deep inside her, he targeted her clit with his free thumb. No sooner had he pressed against it than Elsie’s body seized up with a stifled, high-pitched squeal before she went completely quiet. Her eyes snapped open in worry, but soon rolled backwards in acquiescence of her incoming orgasm. Her back arched and she pressed her small hips high into the air, hard against his. She froze for just a moment, then suddenly her body quaked, quietly but violently. Tiny, muffled coos squeaked out from behind Warrick’s hand, indicating to him that the little girl was cumming and that notion sent him, too, over the edge. He drove his cock deep inside of her and his mind went blissfully blank. In that moment, he could only recognize the pleasure of the child’s warm sex and the searing rush of his cum within him. He pushed hard against the small kid, forcing her hips upwards, pushing her nearly back onto her shoulders. His cock surged and burst forth with what felt like hot lava and it filled up the kiddie pussy of his child prey.

With Warrick’s large cock deep inside her, Elsie felt like she was going to be split open. Her vaginal rim stung as his pulsing cock stretched her to her limit, but it only added to the pleasure of her erratic nerve endings. With her naked legs flailing in the air, the little girl felt the first ever injection of cum in her immature womb and savored its heat and the feeling of the jets of sperm battering against her cervix and coating her vaginal walls. She tried to be quiet, but in that moment, she wanted the whole world to hear her, to understand her orgasmic pleasure, and she screamed into the palm of Warrick’s hand.

Together, they fucked, really fucked, like two adults, wildly and loudly, riding their mutual climax for as long as they could, until at last they were made to come down from their orgasmic high.

Before he collapsed on top of her, Warrick pulled up his pants and rolled the two of them over so that Elsie laid limply on top of him. Her head rested on his chest and he returned to rubbing her back lightly as he had done when the movie had begun. Her pornographic moans had once again ebbed, and turned into satisfied fussing. “Thank you, Daddy,” was the last thing she whispered to him that night. She laid on top of him humming quietly and, before long, she was dozing, quietly nestled on his chest. Laying there, tenderly embracing his daughter’s naked best friend, his cum slowly pouring out of her pussy and soaking into his shirt, Warrick finished off the movie. He didn’t end up paying very close attention to its finale.

Only after he flicked it off during the end credits, did he wonder what had become of his wife and daughter. ''They must have gone to bed'', he thought. He gathered up the sleeping Elsie and, not thinking about it, carried the still-naked child upstairs to tuck her in for the night. He wandered by the master bedroom—it was empty—and down to the end of the hall where Brie’s room was. The door was cracked slightly and a dim table lamp provided a soft light. Warrick pushed it open quietly and found Hazel spooning Brie, both asleep in the bed together. A cool breeze came in through the open window.

Warrick slipped his charge under the sheets next to Brie and covered her up, then quietly moved to the other side of the bed and roused his wife. “C’mon honey, let’s go to bed.”

“Hm?” Hazel stirred sleepily, “Oh, okay. How was the rest of the movie?”

Warrick nodded and kissed her forehead. She was sweaty from spooning her daughter under the sheets. He merely replied, “Very inappropriate.”

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''Next: Just where did Hazel and Brie disappear to when they went to get her special medicine? The answer to that, and another secret revealed.''

[[../Chapter 6: Mother-Daughter Bonding Time|Chapter 6: Mother-Daughter Bonding Time]]