Going Nova: A Wide-eyed Adventure/Chapter 13: Sick Day
Synopsis: After her bad day at school, Warrick takes his daughter home for a “sick day”, but they’re not the only ones skipping out early.
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Warrick was at work and bored out of his mind. After the excitement he had over the weekend, he wished he would have just taken a sick day and had some time to himself to process all the events he had heard about, seen, and done.
Midway through an 11 am meeting, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and saw a text from Hazel. Along with it was an attachment. The text said, “For your eyes only. Sound up! ;-)” The thumbnail was too small to discern, but Warrick concluded that his wife had sent him something racy.
After that, he couldn’t pay attention for the rest of the meeting, so he was thankful that it ended early and with no additional work required from him, either. He dismissed himself and went to his office and closed the door, then pulled up the message. The attachment was a video.
When he hit play, he was greeted with a grainy, low-light, VHS rip of an older man and a young girl, seemingly a preteen or young tween. The man fidgeted with the camera for a moment and finally positioned it so that it was pointed at the girl.
Warrick’s eyes slowly widened as the man began to deliberately strip his young partner of her clothing. What is this, child porn? he wondered. Why is Hazel sending me this? Where did she get it? After he removed each bit of clothing, the man on the tape would kiss her. Something about it felt vaguely familiar, as if he had seen this video before. He had rarely actively sought out child pornography, his experience was limited mostly to stuff some friends showed him in college, as well as short-lived uploads he had more recently found on laxly moderated social media sites. Even so, the slow strip-tease of the cute, little kid had him fascinated. While the girl stood there, the man in the video slowly kissed his way up her skinny, milky thighs to a pair of shorties she had been wearing underneath her skirt.
Warrick thought the man was far too old to be with such a young girl—she looked to be around eight or ten—but when he fished his large cock out of his pants, she seemed incredibly eager to start fellating him. But instead, he pushed her away and grabbed the camera off the tripod, bringing it closer to the girl, and pulling her more into focus. Warrick squinted. Why does she look so familiar?
After a beat, the man spoke, “What’s your name?”
“Hazel Williams, Mr. Avery.”
Warrick balked. It was his wife on camera, albeit much younger than the woman he married.
“And how do you know me?”
“You’re my teacher, Mr. Avery.”
“This is the tape!” Warrick said aloud to himself. His mind reeled. Hazel had kept her school bribery tape all those years and even managed to digitize it along the way. He watched, dumbfounded, as she answered Mr. Avery’s questions and mugged lusty faces into the camera.
Seeing a prepubescent child version of his wife naked and tarted up for her teacher filled him with confusion and dread, but it also mixed with fascination and an animalistic attraction. He wanted to stop watching but found himself unable to look away. When, at last, the older man stuffed his cock into his future wife’s mouth, Warrick gasped and paused the video.
He tossed the phone to his desk and attempted to do some work. Nothing, however, could distract him for very long from his newfound treasure. He picked it up again and watched a little bit more, then, kowtowing to the understanding that watching child pornography at work was at best unprofessional, put it back down. Then he would pick it back up and watch some more. When the video ended with the disgraced elementary schooler leaning in to turn off the camera, he started it back up from the beginning again.
He wondered why his wife had sent him the video. He wondered why she had kept it all this time. He wondered if he should delete it immediately, but clearly, he figured, Hazel wanted to share it with him. He glanced out his office, to make sure nobody was watching, and rubbed himself through his pants. He gawked at his phone, watching child Hazel’s skinny legs flailing under her teacher’s thrusts, listening to her tiny grunts, and her platitudes for “Daddy”.
His phone buzzed suddenly in his hand, spooking him so much, he nearly dropped it. It was a message from his wife. It said, “What do you think?”
He didn’t know how to respond. He switched to his messages and just stared at her question, trying to come up with a reply.
His phone buzzed again, this time the long vibration signaling a phone call. It was from his daughter. He answered it immediately. Clearing his throat, he rasped a hello.
“Daddy?” came a timid voice on the other end.
“Yes honey?”
He heard a sniffle. “Can you come get me? It’s lunch time, and I’m ready to go home.”
Warrick’s heart went out to his daughter when he heard her voice cracking. Clearly she was miserable at school. He assumed the other school kids hadn’t let her hear the end of it. “Yes, honey, I’ll be right there.”
Brie’s sobering call had calmed Warrick’s erection. He pocketed his phone and said goodbye to his co-workers. “I’ll be back after lunch,” he promised. “Gotta go pick up the kid.”
Brie was waiting for him outside. She looked sullen, but seemed like she was over any tears. “C’mon, kiddo, hop in.”
For once, she wasn’t annoyed that he had called her that. She was just glad he had come at all, and she would be his kiddo if he wanted her to. She appreciated that he had given her an option to cut out of school. She climbed into the car, quietly.
“How did it go today?” Warrick asked.
“Not good,” Brie moped.
“No?” Warrick wondered if the cure had failed. “Did it happen again?”
“No. Nothing happened like that, but the other kids kept making fun of me.”
Warrick sighed, “I guess I’m not surprised. They can be so cruel at your age. But you know what?”
“What?”
“I’m really proud of you for trying.” Warrick reached over and mussed his little girl’s hair.
Brie felt loved at her father’s touch and sighed. She finally felt some peace after a long, tense morning. She relaxed noticeably.
“So, how are you feeling? Do you need cummies today?”
Brie shrugged, “I don’t know. I don’t think so. I feel different now.”
Warrick was both glad and disappointed. He had hoped his daughter could resume a normal life once again, but he already cherished the lusty memory he had made with her the previous night and was hoping for more. Hazel had told him about her experience with her own father, and he was impressed that they had maintained their sexual relationship for so long. He had some hope that Brie might be equally interested in doing the same, but Hazel had made it clear that it was to be left up to their daughter, and he felt that was perfectly fair.
“Did you at least get to see your friends?”
“Yeah, I saw Mia, and Elsie and I had lunch. She beat up a girl that said she hoped I would get raped.”
Warrick gasped. “That’s a horrible thing to say!”
“That’s why Elsie beat her up!”
“You know your friends love you, Brie.”
“Yeah.”
“You know who else loves you?”
“Who?”
“Your mom and I.”
“Da-aad,” Brie blushed, but he saw a smile creep through.
The two sat in silence as the car made its way down the road. Brie pushed the button to lower the passenger side window, and leaned her head on the door, with her hair fluttering wildly in the wind. It dawned on her that in previous days, her nerves would have driven her mad. Now, she was once again just a normal girl, like the rest of her friends and classmates.
Maybe not perfectly normal. She thought about all she had been through. The torment her young body had given her, the embarrassment she felt in front of her friends, and the humiliation she endured in front of the public. But she also thought about the pleasure. Before the weekend had begun, she was inexperienced and innocent. And now she was a new girl, awakened, erotic, and hungry. Yet still just a child.
She squirmed in her seat as her memories of her night with her father crept into her brain and mixed with the lurid details of Elsie’s story with her sister. Her heart thudded in her chest and she understood that, child or no, she was now a sexual being capable of desire, and, as evidenced by her teacher’s moves on her, of being desired.
A tightness grew in her chest, and a wetness formed between her legs, but it was different now. It was under control. Her control.
She looked to her dad. He concentrated on the road. He had cured her. His cum had cured her. She was free of her super-orgasmic disorder because of him. She was glad for it, but as she gazed at him, she felt a sense of loss. She had only just come to experience his wild and passionate lovemaking and now it felt like it was all over. She wanted more. The logical side of her brain told her over and over that it was wrong, but she wanted it still. She wanted her daddy. She wanted his cock. She wanted his cum again.
She swallowed the lump in her throat.
“Daddy?”
Warrick turned and saw his daughter gazing at him, a look of concern of her face.
“What is it, honey? What’s wrong?”
Brie paused a moment and then took a breath. “Can we have sex again?”
Warrick’s cock instantly twitched in his pants. He was hoping she would ask. Hazel had assured him it would be okay, as long as she asked. “Is it your condition, honey?”
Brie shivered with nerves. “No,” she croaked out, “I just… want to.”
Warrick’s heart pounded. It was what he wanted. Still, he could barely form the answer, simple as it was. A single word. Finally, he pushed it out. “Yes. Yes, we can have sex. We can have as much sex as you want, kiddo.”
Brie grinned broadly, and happily kicked her feet against the seat.
Warrick chuckled, and tousled her hair. His cock immediately grew.
The rest of the trip home took ages. Both Warrick and Brie sat, quietly fidgeting the whole time, saying nothing. The elder Nova had to adjust himself a couple times and his cock was already so hot that rubbing up against the fabric of his underwear with immoral thoughts in his head nearly set him off cumming. At last they pulled into the driveway. Brie jumped out and skipped merrily to the door. Warrick watched her juvenile bouncing and beamed at her preteen cuteness and innocence.
He approached her as she wiggled about, waiting for him to unlock the front door, and then with a laugh, he lightly swept his daughter into his arms and up over his shoulder.
Brie squeaked and giggled, hammering her tiny fists on his back. “Put me down!” she cried.
“Who’s beating on me?” Warrick bellowed.
“It’s me! It’s me! Put me down!” she wailed energetically.
“I’ll show you,” Warrick said, and then flipped his little girl’s dress over her bottom, exposing her butt to the sun, and gave it a light smack.
Brie shrieked at the feel of his hand against her bare ass. She felt exposed and nervous that the neighbors might see her. She wondered if they would notice she wasn’t wearing panties. She wondered if they would see her father’s flirtation for what it was. “Daddy, take me inside,” she whined.
Warrick chuckled and said, “Okay.” With her still over his shoulder, he reached down and inserted the key into the door while Brie struggled to right her wayward dress without losing her balance and falling to the ground.
At last Warrick carried her into the house, swatting her round butt one more time, enjoying the sound of another squeak and a moan of embarrassment.
When they got inside, he finally rolled her off his shoulder and held her in his arms. Brie frowned, red-faced at him. “Daddy, you’re naughty. What if someone saw my bottom?”
“You’re right, Brie-baby. I couldn’t help myself. I’m sorry.” Warrick hugged his daughter against him and that seemed to make things right for her. “Where do you want to do it? Your bed again? Mommy and Daddy’s bed? In the shower?”
Brie didn’t know how to answer. She was inexperienced and her mind swam with options. “You choose, Daddy.”
Then Warrick had an idea. He carried Brie into the living room, and then tossed her down on the couch. Then he pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Let’s watch a movie while we do this. Does that sound good?”
Brie shrugged, “Okay, Daddy.”
Warrick handed his daughter the phone and showed her a blurry video thumbnail, “You get this streaming on the TV, and I’ll get undressed.”
While Warrick tore his clothing off, Brie opened up a connection between his phone and the TV. She only paused for a glance at her father when Warrick’s large erection swung into her peripheral vision. But she was distracted only momentarily as the contents of her mom’s homemade pornography began to stream on the TV.
Warrick, naked, stood and watched his daughter process what was on the screen.
She was confused about the grainy, old-fashioned film that played before her, but suddenly became aware that the old man in the video was slowly stripping the young girl he was with. She was shocked at the age gap between the two. The man could have been the girl’s father, or even older.
The girl in the video gasped as he pulled off her tank top and kissed her small breasts and nipples.
“No,” protested Brie softly, “she’s too young. That’s just a little kid.”
“She’s about the same age as you,” Warrick said softly, leaning over to kiss her on the cheek. He sat down on the couch and pulled his daughter between his legs, his naked cock brushing lightly against the fabric of her dress.
They both faced the TV and Brie was completely fascinated by the kiddie porn her father was showing her. She barely noticed as he, too, began to skin Brie of her clothing. Since she only wore a dress that day, once it was over her head, she was completely naked, all in one go.
Warrick lifted his daughter up under her arms and pressed his knees between her skinny legs, splaying them out across his lap, then sat her down in front of his cock. He reached around his daughter’s lithe body and caressed her small, nothing breasts, spending time on her little nipples, before dipping one of his large hands low to the top of her slit. His fingertips wandered up and down her puffy labia, which caused Brie to squirm her bottom up against his shaft. She pressed his stiff member between her cheeks. When she made contact, a drop of precum squeezed from the tip and ran down the crack of her ass. Warrick groaned at the sensation of his little girl’s small bottom sandwiching his rod.
Brie was hooked on the screen, barely cognizant of her father’s actions. To her, it felt good, but there was something about the girl in the video that fascinated her even more.
She watched as the man in the movie retreated behind the camera and then picked it up off the tripod, bringing it nearer to the little girl. Brie couldn’t figure out why the girl looked so familiar.
Suddenly, the man spoke. “What’s your name?”
“Hazel Williams, Mr. Avery.”
Brie’s heart skipped a beat. “That’s Mommy’s name.”
Warrick chuckled, “Yep, that’s Mommy in that movie, when she was just a little older than you. Do you recognize her?”
Brie nodded, staring in fascination as the camera trained on the nearly naked young girl, while the man barraged her with questions.
“What is she doing?” Brie was desperate.
“Your mommy used to be super-orgasmic, too, just like you, baby.”
Brie gasped and snapped her head to look at her father, eyes wide, “Really?”
Warrick nodded, “That’s what she told me. She said her daddy cured her, as well.” He shifted the girl around in his lap, pressing his stiff erection down so that it came up between his daughter’s legs. It nestled against her lubricating sex, smearing his shaft with her girl juices.
Brie turned back toward the video, “But that’s not grandpa.”
“No, baby, that’s her school teacher. Before they knew the cure, he tricked her into having sex with him so that she could get a good grade.”
Brie swallowed, familiar with the notion. She recalled that her own teacher had just that morning propositioned her with the same threat.
“But then,” Warrick continued, “she tricked him back by stealing this tape and blackmailing him. He could have gotten in a lot of trouble if Mommy had showed the principal, so he promised to give her an A if she promised not to show anybody the child porn they made together.”
Brie sat in awe on her father’s lap. She couldn’t believe her mom’s cunning, nor that she was watching her young mother having sex as a little kid. She felt her father tickle the top of her pussy crack and, without looking away from the video, she reached down to put her small hand on his. She guided him into her moist folds and onto her little clit. Her heart sang and she gasped, “Daddy!”
Warrick reveled in the sensation of once again being close to his daughter’s most private areas. He slid his long shaft against the bottom of his child’s pussy, lubing up and down its length with her silky fluids, and rubbing his hardness between her thighs.
Soon they were watching kiddie Hazel on screen blowing her teacher. The man worked her head roughly upon his shaft. Brie recalled her own father pushing her to her limits during their first time together, and moaned as she watched her mother being mishandled by the grown man. She was getting turned on and knew she needed more action. Feeling her daddy’s rod sluicing along her crack, she reached down to grip it.
Warrick groaned as her tiny fingers pressed into the turgid, spongy shaft and smeared her fluids along its sensitive underside. He could feel her copious liquid dripping off his cock and onto the couch and floor, along with the precum flowing from his own slit. Sensing his daughter’s urgency, he asked, “Are you ready to put it in, baby girl?”
“Yes, Daddy, I need cummies. I need your cock in me.”
“Okay, baby. Here, let me help.” Warrick placed his large hands around her chest and lifted his young offspring up off his lap until she hovered above his risen member, her legs dangling across his thighs. With Brie’s hand stabilizing his cock against her entrance, he lined her vagina up with his bulbous head.
He could feel when he was in alignment by the excessive wetness coming from her hole. Even with her super-orgasmic condition dulled to normal, Brie’s channel still ran with slippery girl-cum.
Then, as he watched Mr. Avery smearing a cum-sticky hand through the hair of his naive wife, he dropped his nine-year-old daughter slowly down. He felt her smooth, hairless pussy lips consume his cockhead and the stretchy elastic of her opening wrung itself over the most sensitive part of his manhood.
Brie howled as she felt her immature pussy being stretched wide once again. Her eyes winced shut at the simultaneous pleasure and pain, but they snapped quickly open again so that she could continue watching her mama’s erotic video unfold. She was surprised to hear her mom call her teacher “Daddy”. Through heavy breathing, she asked, “Why did she call him that?”
Warrick lifted his little girl up by her legs until she reached the top of his rod, then sank her back down upon it. “They’re playing pretend. She’s pretending that her teacher is Grandpa, and he’s pretending that Mommy is his own daughter.”
“Why is he pretending she’s his daughter? I thought you said daddies aren’t supposed to have sex with their daughters.”
“Well, it’s against the law, but…” Warrick thought for a moment, “I suppose if both people are okay with it, and they both keep it a secret, then it’s probably okay.”
“Good,” said Brie. She looked down and watched as she impaled herself on her dad’s hardened member and hissed, “cuz I wanna do this a lot.”
“I do, too, baby girl. I love fucking your little kid cunny. I love watching your naked body squirm. I love filling your pussy with my cum.”
Brie moaned at her dad’s salacious language.
The video continued and Brie watched her young mom ejaculate a torrent of girl-cum all over the man and the bed, just like she was able to do. Then another question popped into her head. “What about sisters?”
“What do you mean?”
“Elsie had sex with Mallory last night.”
Warrick choked, “What?”
“They both shared a dildo, and they made their pussies kiss around it.”
Her father inhaled sharply at the mental image. He didn’t know Mallory too well, but he had met her a few times and knew what she looked like. His cock swelled, and Brie moaned as she felt it tighten against her stretched walls. He imagined his little child lover humping her naked vagina against her big sister’s. He was close to cumming, and once again slid his daughter up and back down his shaft slowly, staving off his orgasm just a little longer. He felt his cock surge and he sensed precum spurting inside his offspring. Even the smallest movement would likely have set him off at that moment.
But, from outside of the living room, they heard a noise, and both of them froze. It was the clatter of keys against the front door as it opened. Warrick’s mind raced, wondering who it could be. It was the middle of the day, and the house was supposed to be empty.
“Who is it?” Brie whispered. Warrick shushed her quietly.
Then, over the sounds of the porn on TV, they heard Hazel’s voice, inquisitive. “I must have forgotten to lock the door when I left this morning.”
“Unless Warrick is home?” It was Ivy.
“No, he took Brie to school this morning, and I know he’s at work, because he hasn’t responded to my texts.”
In the living room, Warrick was panicked. He didn’t know what to do. He was an inch away from orgasming inside of his child while his wife and her best friend were standing mere feet away.
Brie spotted the TV remote on the coffee table and wriggled around in an attempt to get up off her father’s thick spear, so that she could silence the inappropriate video.
Warrick groaned, red-faced, and gripped her tightly by the arms. “Baby no, don’t move. You’re gonna make me cum.”
“What do we do?” Brie asked quietly.
“Just don’t move,” Warrick answered, his breath quavering, on the very brink of orgasm. “Maybe they won’t come in here.” They sat and listened again to hear what they could hear.
Ivy’s voice came, closer than before, “I’m ready to get these clothes off.” Warrick’s heart pounded. “Where should we do it, this time?”
Hazel said something that couldn’t be made out.
Ivy responded, “Yeah, we always do it in your bed. I thought maybe we could change it up. I could sit on the kitchen table while you eat me? Maybe on the couch? Orrr… Brie’s?”
Warrick’s mind reeled at the realization that his wife and Ivy were skipping out on work to hook up during the day, and often, apparently, in their bed.
In the kitchen, Hazel raised an eyebrow. “You want me to eat you out in my daughter’s bed?”
Ivy admitted to herself that Brie’s lewd performance on the runway had triggered a deeper interest in the junior girl a bit, but she wasn’t about to share that with the girl’s mother. “Don’t worry,” she assuaged her friend and mentor, “I’m not perving on your daughter, but you know, a smaller bed could be fun? It’ll make me feel like a school girl again. Especially while we’re sneaking around like this.” She wandered through the house aimlessly when her ears pricked up at a sound.
“You might have a point—” Hazel started to say.
“Shh,” hissed Ivy suddenly.
Hazel froze and saw her friend actively listening to something. She watched as Ivy snuck down the hall to the living room. The woman paused again and then turned around with a mischievous grin on her face. She mouthed, “I think your husband is watching porn in there.”
Hazel softly padded to meet her friend where she, too, could hear pornographic sounds coming from the television. Hazel never knew Warrick to skip out on work.The two women went silent and quietly approached the open door to the living room.
Ivy could make out some of the dialogue: “Yes, Daddy, fill me with your cum. I need your cum.”
“I’m gonna fill you up if you keep talking like that to me, baby girl.”
She turned to Hazel and giggled mischievously. “Is your husband watching daddy porn?”
Hazel tried to key in on the sound, but identified it only as her friend reached the threshold to the living room.
“Fill my cunny, Daddy. Show me you love me.”
“I love you, Jazzy baby!”
Hazel’s heart dropped. “Don’t go in there!” she shouted.
But it was too late. Ivy burst through the doorway and was greeted with a most unexpected sight. Shock set in as her eyes registered the terrified faces of naked Warrick and Brie. Only moments later did she comprehend the gravity of what they were actually doing together: illegal, incestuous, sex.
Brie tried to cover up her split-open vagina with her hand and conceal where she was joined with her father, but with his hands gripping her skinny arms tight, and her legs spread across his naked lap, it was still clearly apparent what was going on.
The sounds from the TV cut through the dead silence and Ivy’s eyes flicked over to see video of an older man vigorously assaulting a flat-chested tween. “What in the fuck?” she spat.
Warrick knew he was caught and had no words to say. Little Brie blushed deeply, equally silent.
Hazel knew she had to diffuse the situation. Slowly, she approached her friend from behind, slipping her hands around her waist. She placed her head on Ivy’s shoulder and plaintively said, “It’s okay, Ivy.”
Ivy jerked her head to look at her lover, confused and horrified at her calmness. “Hazel, no. That’s your daughter.”
Hazel kissed Ivy’s shoulder. She then met her eyes and nodded toward the TV. “And that’s me.”
Ivy turned back to look at the homemade child pornography playing. On screen just then, a freshly fucked kid-Hazel sat up in bed and asked to take a shower, signaling the end of their scene.
“That’s you?” Ivy asked hoarsely, her mouth suddenly parched.
“It is,” said Hazel, “When I was ten years old. But you have to trust me. There’s a long story behind this, and I’ll tell you every sordid detail. And… I have a hunch that you’re even going to like it, but the short of it is this: this was necessary. And it’s good.”
“Necessary,” Ivy repeated, her chest growing tight as she stared at Brie’s boyish, young figure as she sat obscenely on her daddy’s lap.
She cleared her throat and addressed the girl. “Brie, baby, move your hand out of the way.” The child complied and Ivy could see the thick trunk of Warrick’s cock speared up inside her slender body. It dripped with gooey beads of Brie’s cum, and her pussy stretched tightly around it, hugging every curve. “Is your mama telling the truth?”
Brie looked up at her parents’ friend and sometimes babysitter. She nodded. “Yes, Ivy. It’s the truth. I wanted this. I needed this. I need my daddy’s cum.”
Ivy swallowed hard at Brie’s lusty admission. She turned again to Hazel, searching for more reassurance. Hazel smiled warmly and nodded.
Ivy said, “Well…” and then paused for what felt like an age. Finally she said, “what do we do now?”
Hazel exhaled and leaned into her friend’s ear. She spoke softly, “You said you wanted to feel like a school girl again. You could play with her, if you want. Do you want to play with our little girl?”
Ivy looked Hazel in the eyes, bit her lip, and groaned. She moved toward the couch and dropped to her knees, getting a close up view of the Novas’ taboo transgression, seeing just how wide Warrick’s cock was stretching his third-grader’s pussy. She tentatively reached out with one hand to fondle Warrick’s balls. He moaned and, at that moment, the air started to move in the room again. Brie slid herself up her dad’s shaft, causing pent-up rivulets of her cum to drool out from her hole.
Then, without further hesitation, Ivy ducked her head in, and pressed her tongue onto the base of Warrick’s shaft and gave a long lick up its length. Brie slid back down upon it and met Ivy’s tongue with her parted pussy lips. Ivy tasted the lewd mixture of their sex juices and sighed a confused, yet horny sigh. She never objected to her friends sexual desires and fantasies, but it still felt so wrong to be including a child into their sexcapades.
Yet, when Warrick lifted his daughter up once again, Ivy chased after Brie’s pussy moving up Warrick’s cock with her tongue, slurping up all of the sticky juices that the little girl left behind.
Again Brie sank down, all the way, until her cervix prevented her from going any further. “Daddy, your cock is so hot inside my cunny.” She leaned back and kissed him, open mouthed.
Ivy, watching from below, was aroused seeing Brie making out with her dad as if she were an adult. She gripped Warrick’s balls and gave them a tug, causing his eyes to squint shut and a moan to escape his mouth. He had been close to cumming before, and now, with the two girls attending to him, he was close once again.
Ivy grew more and more emboldened, admitting aloud that she had sometimes fantasized about the girl before, “Brie, your little kiddie cunny tastes even more amazing than I imagined.” Then she cocked her head to the side and slid the sensitive underside of Warrick’s shaft in between her lips. In this manner, she sucked and licked as much of his cock as Brie’s pussy allowed access to. Occasionally, the little girl’s cunt would connect with Ivy’s mouth and the two of them would groan at the contact.
In between gasps of ecstasy, tiny moans escaped Brie’s mouth. Her face was hot and she felt light-headed as she undulated her wispy body ever-more-vigorously, impaling herself on her father’s rod. Through her carnal haze, she scanned the room and found her mother watching. Hazel could only be described as beaming with pride. Brie blushed at the attention. “Am I doing good, Mommy?”
Hazel nodded and said, “You’re doing great, baby. Are you gonna have cummies?”
“I think so,” Brie said hopefully. “Daddy, I need cummies. Fuck my little pussy, Daddy. Fuck my baby cunny,” she whimpered, “I need your cum, Daddy.” Warrick increased his pace, holding Brie still in his lap while he hammered her from below.
“It’s coming, baby girl, just keep squeezing your tight pussy around my adult cock.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Ivy joined in, unable to lick or suck while Warrick battered his baby’s cunt. The two were now moving too quickly for her to continue her oral ministrations, so instead she pressed a thumb into the folds of Brie’s vagina and found the thick nub of the little girl’s clit. She rubbed against it and chanted, “Fuck your daughter’s preteen pussy. Give it to her. Split your baby girl in two. Your daddy-cock is so big, but she can take it. She likes it. She likes the feeling of her kiddie cunt being fucked by her daddy. Your daughter’s a good little slut, and she wants your cum.”
Ivy’s naughty words put Warrick over the top and suddenly he froze. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and a deflating sigh escaped his lungs. Then, “Fuck, I’m cumming, baby!” Warrick became animated, bouncing Brie violently on his lap as his cock pulsed, sending ropes of his seed deep inside his daughter’s immature womb.
Brie could feel her insides warming at the bath of cum she was receiving. That, along with her daddy’s invading spear rubbing against her walls and Ivy on her clit, and Brie, too tumbled off the cliff of sanity into orgasmic bliss.
Her eyes snapped shut and her insides contracted, pulling her vaginal sheath tightly against the skin of her father’s cock, even as it pulsed ever larger within her. The little girl’s legs shook and flailed over her daddy’s thighs as each subsequent blast of his cum jolted all the more pleasure out of her. Her meager body writhed, tossing her head weakly this way and that. If Warrick’s cock hadn’t been prodded all the way up in her, she likely would have slid off and onto the floor for all her lack of muscle control. Instead, she hung limply like a puppet atop her dad’s lap, his stiff cock supporting her body.
Warrick’s strained groans indicated that he continued to cum, shooting extensive jets of his semen, far more than was normal.
“Jesus, Hazel, how much cum does he have in there? I’ve never seen him shoot for that long before.”
“Me either. It’s something Brie brings out of him.”
“Fill up your baby girl, Warrick,” Ivy goaded. “Fill her little cunny up with all that cum.”
“Fuck, Ivy,” Warrick hissed, as his orgasm finally subsided and he regained the ability to speak, “you’re so kinky.”
“You’re the one with your cock buried deep inside your daughter’s cunt,” she laughed. Warrick liked that she was laughing.
“Daddy, my pussy is sore now,” Brie whined, recovering from her own orgasm.
“Here, let’s get you off of there,” Ivy said, helping Warrick to lift the small girl up off his lap. As her father’s cock exited her cunny, a thick rope of his cum connected the two while he placed Brie next to him on the couch. It draped from his cockhead and down over his thigh, before it stretched its way back up toward Brie’s pussy.
Brie slid herself to the edge of the couch so that the cum didn’t drip into the upholstery, and in the process, she pressed her dripping vagina out toward Ivy.
Ivy was fascinated. “Brie your little-kid pussy is adorable. It’s a nice, tight little package.”
“Go ahead and get a closer look, if you want,” Hazel encouraged.
Ivy kneeled in front of the girl and moved her hand toward the viscous strand of Warrick’s cum slowly drooping out of her and onto the floor. She collected as much of the dangling jizz as possible into her hand, then, meeting Brie’s eyes, lewdly licked it off in front of her. “Your daddy has some of the tastiest cum on the planet.”
Brie nodded, giving a weak smile, and Ivy held up her hand to the young girl. Brie timidly reached her tongue out and licked from the pool that remained in palm of the woman’s hand. Ivy whispered, “That’s so fucking hot. You want more, baby?”
With big, pleading eyes, Brie nodded, “More cum.”
Ivy reached up and dug her fingers into Brie’s pussy. Brie closed her eyes and mewled as Ivy fished around inside her, coaxing more of her father’s load free. She pulled her fingers free and showed the girl the cum dripping off of them. Brie moaned at the sight of her father’s seed. Ivy held her hand to Brie’s mouth and Brie took it in, several fingers at a time. She was wanton, and the gooey cum she couldn’t catch smeared across her cheeks and dripped down her chin.
Then Ivy said, “I want more, too,” and she ducked her head between Brie’s legs and wasted no time in delving her tongue between the child’s succulent labia.
Brie gasped as her babysitter licked away at her slit. She reached down with both of her hands to pull her tiny opening wider for the woman. Her clit was still stiff and sensitive from her last orgasm, and she fingered it while Ivy worked her opening. Soon, Ivy licked her way upwards toward the top of Brie’s crack and replaced the girl’s little fingers with her swirling tongue.
Brie closed her eyes and moaned as Ivy’s tongue bathed her clit, feeling the urgency of another orgasm quickly building. Her head swam with everything she had seen and done that day: hearing her best friend’s lurid story with her sister, seeing her young mother having sex for a grade, being caught with her dad’s cock inside her by Ivy, and now feeling Ivy’s oral ministrations, too. She wasn’t sure just how her life had become so exciting, but in that moment she was grateful for everything she had gone through.
She felt Ivy pause briefly and heard her coo suddenly and the little girl’s eyes snapped open. Brie watched her dad kneel behind Ivy and reached below to undo her jean shorts. She could see his cock was swelling large again. He then tugged the woman’s shorts down her hips as far as he could go without making Ivy stop her licking to get up and take them off. “No panties,” he observed. “Does anyone wear them anymore?”
Ivy just giggled, but Hazel chimed in and said, “I’m wearing panties today.”
“What are you waiting for?” Warrick asked, eyes glued to Ivy’s round, twenty-four–year-old ass.
“I’m content to watch… and record, for now.”
Everybody’s heads jerked to look at the elder Nova. Her phone was out and she was recording the steady stream of child pornography being enacted before her.
“Jesus, Hazel,” Ivy blushed, suddenly aware of her predicament, bridging between a father and his preteen daughter. “What’s that for?”
“Mostly for me,” Hazel smirked. She then looked Ivy in the eyes. “But also insurance, in case you feel guilty later and start thinking about getting us in trouble.”
Ivy swallowed, realizing she was in deep. There was no backing out if her conscience regained control. But then a smile spread across her face. “Send me a copy after we’re done.”
Hazel winked, “I’d be happy to.”
Warrick, rock hard once again, knowing that his family’s depravity would be available to watch later, lined his cock up with Ivy’s exposed slit. Her engorged labia shone with slickness. He entered her slowly, watching his dick disappear, savoring the feeling of the woman’s warm, familiar folds. Once he was all the way in, he started to thrust against her.
Only then did he look up to see his daughter gazing curiously at him. She was watching him fucking a woman who was not her mother and that knowledge made his chest tight. He was sure she knew a little bit about what they did when they invited Ivy over for late night romps, but up until that point, his young daughter had never seen any of the adult action with her own eyes. She’d never even seen him with her mother, yet here he was now, slamming in and out of Ivy in plain view. Bit by bit, day by day, his young daughter’s innocence was being drained away, along with her floods of cum, and she was taking it like a champ. “Good girl, Brie. Just relax and let Ivy take care of your little pussy, okay?” It turned him on to have a little kid watching him fuck.
Brie, too, was getting more aroused by watching her father’s movements. It was the first time she was able to watch people having sex up close. She had seen Elsie getting fucked by Oliver the previous day, but at the time, she was more focused on servicing Hunter and getting his cum. Now, having recently achieved an orgasm, she was more lucid and able to observe and enjoy the show her father and Ivy were putting on directly in front of her. The little girl could also feel his movements. His powerful strokes against Ivy brought the woman’s mouth crashing into Brie’s tiny pussy with every thrust.
Together, father and daughter gazed into each others’ eyes as they coupled through their surrogate. Brie’s face twisted with the building pleasure and a moan escaped.
Warrick spoke, not looking away from Brie’s small, smooth, undeveloped body. “That’s it, Ivy, eat my cum out of my baby girl’s pussy. I’ve marked her with it. I’ve filled my daughter’s pussy with my cum. Now Brie will always be mine.”
Ivy groaned into Brie’s pussy and then came up for air. “Fuck, Brie, your sloppy little cunt tastes so sweet. And your daddy’s cum makes for a delicious filling.” She craned her neck toward Warrick, her mouth glistening with the girl’s juices. “I love tasting you and your little girl at the same time.”
Warrick reached out and pushed Ivy’s face back down between Brie’s legs. “Lick it all up, baby. That’s my daughter’s cunny. Don’t let it go to waste.”
Ivy licked for a while more, slurping and sucking noisily and drooling all over Brie’s snatch. Brie huffed and moaned as Ivy worked her over with her tongue. Soon, Ivy pushed herself up from Brie’s slit. She grasped the ends of her tee-shirt and said, “I need this off of me.” Her breasts spilled out of the shirt and Brie’s eyes went wide, taking in the sight of the topless family friend.
Warrick said, “Time for these to come off, too,” and flipped the woman around onto her back, tugging her shoes off and yanking her jeans the rest of the way down her legs. Ivy giggled and gasped, suddenly naked on the floor of the den in front of the whole family. Warrick kneeled again and pulled the woman up and onto his lap, spearing his cock back into her.
Brie fingered herself, keeping her orgasm climbing within her while she watched her father rhythmically fuck Ivy in front of her and her mother. The woman’s breasts bounced with each thrust and she continued her stream of dirty talk: “Your sperm is dripping off my tongue, baby, and my belly is full of your daughter’s cum, too. You’re such a naughty Daddy for letting me do such disgusting things to her. That’s it, Daddy, make me cum while I think about eating your baby girl’s little kiddie pussy.
Brie blushed at being the subject of Ivy’s lewd commentary and glanced toward her mother to see if she would do or say anything about it. Instead, she noticed that Hazel was aiming her phone straight at her husband as he coupled with another, recording every word.
Warrick dug his fingers into Ivy’s hips and moaned, “You’re an irredeemable slut, Ivy. You came in here with guns blazing, yet how long did it take you to get on your knees for a third grader?”
Ivy thrashed her head back wantonly and noticed Brie watching them. “Your daddy’s right, kiddo. I’m a slut for your school girl pussy. Come down here, baby. I’m not done with you yet.”
Brie’s chest heaved and she slipped off the sofa. She wandered to Ivy to sit next to her, but Ivy said, “Stand over my face and sit down.” Brie straddled the woman’s head, facing her father, and crouched, lowering her young pussy for a reunion with Ivy’s mouth. As her bald labia parted, she felt her moisture dripping out of her. She heard Ivy groan as viscous beads of fluid, mixed with more of her daddy’s copious sperm, dripped freely from her opening and into the woman’s mouth.
She cooed sweetly when her cunny lips made full contact with Ivy’s lips, but her girlish moans soon turned pornographic when Ivy reached up and grabbed the cheeks of her little bottom and resumed eating her pussy in earnest. The girl’s legs gave way to Ivy’s control and her light and slender body pitched forward. She leaned her hands on Ivy’s breasts, kneading into their pillowy softness, causing Ivy to moan in response. Brie felt the woman’s nipples stiffen under her attention and instinctively she tweaked and twisted them lightly, causing Ivy to swear into her open hole.
Warrick enjoyed watching his daughter play with Ivy’s tits while she faced him, her child pussy smearing her babysitter’s face with all of its wetness and disappearing regularly beneath Ivy’s flicking tongue and champing lips. While he plowed his hard cock into her frothing channel, he reached down to thumb the woman’s stiff clit. Ivy squealed all the more at the added attention to her sensitive spot, her noises muffled by Brie’s sex, driving Warrick ever closer to his next cum.
He gazed at his daughter as she leaned forward over Ivy, eyes closed and mouth agape and moaning during the woman’s oral assault. From the other side of Ivy’s body, Warrick, too, leaned in closer to his daughter. While he thrust in and out of their family friend, he ducked towards his daughter and caught her lips with his.
Brie’s eyes went wide as she felt her father mash his face against hers in a passionate, open-mouthed kiss. His large tongue caressed her diminutive one, and she pushed hers back against it, tasting his spit. She moaned in agony as the triangle of bodies undulated in unison, pleasuring each other, one after another and back again.
Warrick could feel his cum boiling in his balls, but he sensed that Ivy was close, and he hoped that he could maintain long enough to see her through her orgasm. To speed things along for her, he broke his kiss with Brie and, with his hand on the back of his daughter’s neck, pulled her face down to Ivy’s gash.
As the small girl neared the junction where Warrick’s cock pistoned in and out of Ivy, Brie’s eyes flicked up to her father’s, unsure what he wanted her to do.
“Give Ivy’s clitty a suck, kiddo.”
Brie gazed down at the bared pussy, watching her father mate with the woman who was not her mother. She smelled the strong aroma of Ivy’s cunt wafting up with each thrust; it was not unlike her mother’s, but it was also different. It was familiar. It was Ivy’s scent.
Ivy’s labia were already splayed open around her father’s meat, but Brie used her fingers to pry them apart further, revealing her glistening pink insides all the more, and the glossy, bulbous nub of her clit.
Ivy could feel Brie playing around with her vagina, and she moaned hoarsely at the sensation. Brie was too small for them to sixty-nine effectively, so when the little girl’s pussy slid off her chin, Ivy reached her fingers to Brie’s gash. She attempted to plunge two inside, but Brie was too tight and Ivy settled for one. “Jesus, Warrick, I can only get one finger inside the little slut. How did you manage to fit that thick slab of cock?” Before Warrick could answer, Ivy cried out, feeling Brie’s tiny tongue lashing at her swollen clit.
Brie savored the woman’s flavor while Ivy made herself familiar with the girl’s insides. Brie’s pussy responded to the whisking finger with ever more lubrication. It drooled out of her and on to Ivy’s tits. As she licked up and down her babysitter’s gash, she was face-to-face with her daddy’s churning cock. She pulled back momentarily to observe his movements. He was rapid and forceful and his shaft was white and foamy with their combined fluids. Each time he plunged into her, Brie could see the outer rim of Ivy’s hole push in, and when he pulled out, he pulled her tight, clinging cunny along with.
Then she leaned in again and took Ivy’s love nub between her lips. She nibbled on the sensitive bundle of nerves and licked up the swirl of juices seeping throughout her slit.
Suddenly Ivy squealed and thrashed. She gasped out, “Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m cumming!” She thrust her hips hard against Warrick’s cock while her orgasm tore through her. She moaned and wailed, still ramming her finger wildly into Brie’s spit slicked snatch as she weakly attempted to continue giving pleasure to the young girl laying atop her. “Fuck my pussy, Daddy, while I’m inside your baby girl.” Ivy thrashed her head back and forth, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her legs flailing limply across Warrick’s torso.
Soon her cum high subsided, but Ivy wasn’t done yet. She pulled Brie by her hips back onto her face and started wildly licking out the girl’s slit and sucking on her clit while she continued her finger-banging. Brie was so dazed by the unexpected pleasure that she cried out and her body went limp.
Warrick, having given Ivy what she wanted, pulled out moved himself closer toward his daughter. He prodded his raging hard-on into her open mouth while her jaw hung slack, and she took to it readily. Her tongue lolled around his shaft and she tasted the worked up melange of his pre-cum and Ivy’s cum juices on his shaft. She couldn’t believe she was actually tasting her babysitter’s cunt.
“Open up that little throat of yours, kiddo,” Warrick grunted, thrusting himself deep toward the back of her mouth.
Brie knew what her daddy desired. He wanted a redo of the night before when he tried to deep-throat her, and she wanted to satisfy him this time. She craned her neck up, attempting to make her throat as straight as possible, and opened her mouth as wide as it would go.
Warrick pushed himself onto his daughter’s face, pulling her by the back of her head. He saw Brie’s eyes roll up to meet his, and he read them perfectly: pleasure tinged with the worry that he would break her. “It’s gonna be okay, baby,” he assured her, though he wasn’t sure he could guarantee his promise.
Brie nodded, her mouth stuffed with the giant rigid rod slicked with Ivy’s cum. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, signaling that she was ready for whatever was coming. Warrick pressed himself forward slowly, straining against the small opening of his daughter’s throat. But sure enough, he pushed through. Brie’s entire body tensed as the invading member crushed its way into her body. She might have tried to fight back, but in that moment she was helpless, trapped, strung up between her father and Ivy. She had nowhere to go and nothing to do but to act as a vessel, used for the pleasure of adults.
She gagged, but her father stayed lodged inside her. Her face reddened. She snuffled air through her nose to keep from blacking out, but her lack of oxygen served to enhance her own pleasure. Ivy pumped her slender finger in and out of the girl’s burning pussy, massaging against her G-spot while her tongue lashed circles around her clit.
Meanwhile, Hazel circled their orgy, finding every angle to best preserve the unprecedented incestuous child sex spectacle taking place.
Warrick let out a long groan of pleasurable agony, feeling his daughter’s tight throat constricting around his engorged cock. He could feel his orgasm rushing onward, and he knew there was nothing more he could do to stave it off. He grabbed his baby girl’s head with both hands, and proceeded to rapidly fuck his cock down Brie’s nine-year-old throat. With her head pushed back, her eyes opened as little slits, but he could only see the whites. Teardrops occasionally spilled from the corners. His daughter was completely checked out. She was, in that moment, nothing but her daddy’s sexy little fuckdoll.
Finally, he felt his cock twitching. He knew his orgasm had arrived in full force. He waited in Brie’s throat to send the first jet directly into his little girl’s belly. She grunted as her neck strained to take her father at his biggest. Then he pulled himself free, slithering his spit-soaked cock out of her mouth.
Brie gasped for air as globs of bubbly saliva and thick bands of gooey gag slime spilled from her mouth and down her chin, and fell onto Ivy’s pussy below. Before she could spit any more out, she felt her father roughly grab her hair and pull her head back to splatter her face with another stripe of his cum. “Yes!” she choked out desperately, “Cum on me, Daddy. Cum all over me!”
Ivy cheered him on, too, “Paint your darling little daughter, Daddy. Give Mommy’s child slut what she’s earned.”
The euphoria of oxygen, the feeling of her father’s climax raining upon her, and Ivy’s fingers thrashing inside her pussy finally brought Brie to her second orgasm. Where normally, her cumming had started from her pussy and spread outward, this time, it started in her brain. She liked being used, controlled—not told what to do, but simply to be acted upon. Her head swam with ecstasy and her body roiled with pleasure. It moved from her head into her chest and tits, then finally down her spine to her pussy. Her hips bucked upward, and a spray of her cum escaped, dousing the woman beneath her.
“Holy shit, Warrick!” Ivy exclaimed. “Your little girl can really cum!”
Brie writhed in rapture, rolling her narrow hips into the air and slamming them back down onto Ivy’s cum-slicked body. High pitched moans filled the room as her orgasm tore through her. She humped back against Ivy’s invading fingers, trying to wring as much pleasure from her quaking form as she could. She was cumming her hardest and never wanted it to end.
Soon, the world came leaking back, and her cum slowly faded until her body merely twitched where once it lewdly humped. Her burning nerve endings cooled to a sizzle and then faded. All that remained were memories and shivers. Brie at last rolled off of Ivy and onto her back on the floor. Only then did she realize her face was coated in a thick film of her father’s cum. It cooled against her skin, but she was too exhausted to wipe any of it off.
Finally, Ivy was able to sit up. It was the first time Warrick had seen her face since she had gotten under Brie. She was filthy with the young girl’s ejaculate, and her hair was soaked with it; it dripped from the strands in fat droplets. Her mascara ran down her face, but she wore a smile. She turned to Hazel and remembered that her friend had been filming the whole encounter. She cheekily flashed the V-sign.
“What did you think?” Hazel interviewed her.
“That was fucking nuts,” she giggled, then gestured to Brie, “Look at your baby girl now.”
Hazel turned the camera toward her daughter. Brie panted heavily, but wore a smile, as if she had just won the marathon. Her body glistened with the combined fluids of her partners and her face was spackled white, coated thick with her father’s excessive spunk. She rolled bashfully away from the camera and curled her body up. Hazel lingered on her girlish bottom a moment longer while Ivy narrated.
She said, “Nine years old, and one of the best lays I’ve ever had. She’s not so innocent anymore, but she’s still just a little girl.” Hazel ended the film. Ivy crawled up to the couch and slouched upon it with a big sigh. She turned to Hazel and said, “So, you said there was a story to tell?”
Hazel smiled. “There is, and I can tell it.” She paused and looked around the room. “But first, who’s going to give me my cummies?” Both she and Ivy looked at Warrick.
Warrick looked down at his tender cock, hanging limply, then back at Hazel. “Sorry honey, I’m gonna need a bit more time before I’m back in the game,” he said apologetically.
“Um,” the small voice of Brie piped up. The group all turned to face her, her cheeks glowing red behind her cummy veil, “I can do that, Mommy.”
Ivy turned to Hazel with a smirk, “Fuck, I love your family.”
“I love my family, too.”
“Give me the camera. I’m gonna film the sequel.”
The end, for now.
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Whew! This wild ride has come to its conclusion. It’s bittersweet, really. I will miss these characters—especially, of course, Brie and Elsie. I tried my hardest to give y’all something that went far beyond the average stroke story. And who knows, I may find some time in the future to post some bonus standalone adventures that explore some of the themes just hinted at in these concluding chapters. That all depends on your feedback!