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 playing on the TV, they heard Hazel’s voice, inquisitive. “I must have forgotten to lock the door when I left this morning.”
“Unless Warrick is still 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 daughter while his wife and her best friend were standing mere feet away.
The noises coming from the TV were too obvious. Brie spotted the 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. “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? Maybe on the couch? Orrr… Brie’s?”
Warrick’s mind reeled at the realization that his wife and Ivy had been 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, 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 since 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 door and was greeted with a most unexpected sight. Her eyes registered the terrified faces of Warrick and Brie. Only moments later did she comprehend what they were doing together.
Brie tried to cover up her split-open vagina with her hand and conceal where she was joined with her father, but with her legs spread across his naked lap, it was still 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 girl many years his junior. “What in the fuck?” she spat.
Warrick knew he was caught and had no words to say. Brie blushed deeply, equally silent.
Slowly, Hazel 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. “Hazel, no. 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 video playing. On screen just then, a freshly fucked young Hazel sat up in bed and asked to take a shower, signaling the end of their scene.
“Trust me,” said Hazel, “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.
“Brie, baby, move your hand out of the way.” The girl complied and Ivy’s heart dropped at the sight. She could see the thick trunk of Warrick’s cock speared up inside her. It dripped with gooey beads of Brie’s cum and her pussy stretched tightly around it, hugging every curve. “Is your mom 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. It makes me right.”
Ivy swallowed hard at Brie’s admission. She turned again to Hazel, searching for reassurance. Hazel smiled warmly and nodded, her eyes both craving acceptance and begging for forgiveness from her friend.
Ivy said, “Well…” and then paused for what felt like an age. Finally she finished her thought. “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. Do you want to play with her?”
Ivy’s head swam at the prospect. She knew what she was witnessing was wrong. She knew that she should put a stop to it, to save Brie from her parents, the same way she had saved the wretched girl from the stage of the fashion show. But standing there, staring at the nubile, shivering form of the girl she would babysit, Ivy’s resolve crumbled and her loins goaded her onwards.
A groan signaled the withering of her moral high ground. She moved toward the couch and dropped to her knees, getting a close up view of the Novas’ taboo transgression. She tentatively reached out with one hand to fondle Warrick’s balls. He moaned at her contact 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. She became more turned on than she ever expected when her tongue brought Brie’s flavor into her mouth. All of the little sexual urges she kept locked away from Brie all these years suddenly spilled from within her. She had never known what was missing, but now felt like her connection to the Nova family was finally complete.
Warrick lifted his daughter up once again, and Ivy chased after Brie’s pussy, up Warrick’s cock, with her tongue, slurping up all of the sticky juices that the 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 as father made love to daughter. Her stomach did summersaults and her mind did backflips at the sight. 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 encouraged him, saying, “Brie, your little cunny tastes even more amazing than I imagined.” Then she cocked her head to the side and slid the sensitive bottom side 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 their contact.
In between gasps of ecstasy, tiny moans escaped Brie’s mouth. Her face was hot and she felt light-headed as she ever-more-vigorously impaled herself on her father’s rod. Through her carnal haze, she scanned the room and found her mother watching. Brie blushed at the attention. “Am I doing good, Mommy?”
Hazel could only be described as beaming with pride. She nodded and said, “You’re doing great, baby. Are you ready to 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 little pussy around my cock.”
“Yeah, that’s it,” Ivy joined in. 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 little pussy. Give it to her. Split your baby girl’s cunt in two. You’re big, but she can take it. She likes it. Your daughter’s a good little girl 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 deflated 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 womb.
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