Going Nova - S01 E04

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Going Nova - S01 E04

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 4

Now that she was seated, however, she heaved a sigh of relief and slumped onto the hard plastic desk-chair. No more seatbelts, no more road vibrations, no more wind. She shrugged the wide neck of her top over one of her shoulders to cool off some more and set about trying to listen. She also tried to ignore some of her fellow students glancing back and staring at her. This was going to be a long class.

Elsewhere, Warrick slammed on the brakes, parking in a nearby alley. He was almost certain his daughter was on the brink of orgasm the entire trip. And half-naked in his car on top of that! He couldn't control himself. He threw open the glovebox and found a photo of Brie and her friend Elsie playing with a Ouija board he had stashed there a couple years before. Elsie was Brie's best friend in her grade, and almost a year older than her. They both had mischievous smiles on their faces, grimacing wickedly at the camera as they attempted to commune with spirits. He had stashed the photo under the pretense that it was a cherished memory of his, but truthfully, it was because he thought Elsie's Impish smile was kind of sexy. Warrick unzipped his pants and stared intently into her eyes. Making a quick decision, he fished out his hard cock and began masturbating wildly.

He knew he shouldn't be beating off to his daughter's best friend, but in the privacy of his car, he didn't care. She was his type-lithe and boyish in proportion, with small breasts, yet cute and feminine in her face, with large round eyes and a ready smile-even if she was young enough to be his daughter. She was a natural dancer from a very young age, and he always enjoyed watching her at recitals and hip-hop competitions. Brie would sit at his side, both of them cheering her on.

He slicked his whole shaft down with the copious precum oozing from his slit and it wasn't long before he felt his balls filling up. He Imagined Elsie's hand on his cock instead of his own.

He glanced over at his daughter in the photo and felt a little awkward that she was in the frame at all. It felt like she was watching him, and judging him for his deviant behavior. As he continued to stroke, however, his mind eased into a familiar sexual Indifference. Besides, he considered, It was sort of her fault that he was all riled up in the first place, with her taking off her shirt in the car and gasping wantonly.

He looked back and forth between Elsie and Brie and his Imagination began to fire up further. He imagined Elsie climbing onto his cock while his daughter looked on, watching as he took her innocence. He imagined Brie's curiosity getting the best of her, so that she would inch closer to Elsie's panting face. Then, in his mind, the two girls began to make out. Then he imagined Brie was straddling his chest, her young pussy in front of his face. And then suddenly Elsie wasn't even there anymore. It was just his cum- addled brain and his daughter, him watching her as she engulfed the head of his cock in her tiny mouth. He stared hard at the photo, into his daughter's mischievous eyes, and that was it.

He burst his load all over the photo, there in the car. He almost embarrassed himself because of how much cum flowed from his cock. It streamed over his hands, the front of his pants, and the steering column.

He wiped off the photo, salvaging it, and tossed it back in the glovebox, then did his best to clean the rest of it up.

Afterwards, he made his way back home and found his wife, Hazel,

leaving for work.

"How was she? She looked kind of distracted this morning," Hazel asked.

"I'm... not sure," Warrick admitted, then shrugged, "but if she's sick, I suppose we'll hear from her later today."

"Alright, well, I'm off to work. See you tonight. It's Friday, I'm planning on some fun!" She winked and, with that, she turned away.

Warrick smirked. Thinking back to the threesome with Ivy they had had early that morning, he was looking forward to some more of his wife's wily brand of fun.

Brie tried to concentrate on her class, despite the haze she was in. Her ears felt like they were full of cotton, trying to shut the world out from her. She slumped against the cool, hard back of the chair, her bare shoulders slicking it down with the sheen of sweat that seemed to cover her whole body in a mist. Her pants felt soggy She glanced down at her chest and noticed that her shirt was becoming even more transparent with moisture. She could see the color of her flesh coming through, and her nipples were especially prominent.

As her teacher, Mr. Ivarson lectured, she lifted the wide neckline of her shirt to peek underneath. Her breasts were ruddy and she fought the urge to touch them, to massage them right there in class. She noticed her breathing was ragged, as her breath cascaded over her sensitive nipples.

She looked up and noticed her teacher was shooting incredulous glances at her and she suddenly felt very self-conscious. Why was she doing this? Why today? Why here in the middle of class? Why could she not ignore these sensations? She put her shirt back in place, but the translucency of the fabric didn't leave much of her body to the imagination. She was embarrassed, but didn't know what she could do. She had now way to cover up. Yet somewhere deep inside of her, she was okay with it. Is it so wrong to experience pleasure? she thought

She looked around and noticed the boys around her, and some of the girls, were staring at her. She blushed and smiled nervously. She leaned forward so that her shirt came away from her chest. From this angle, though, she could clearly smell something emanating from between her legs. She felt at once ashamed and Incredibly curious about it.

Suddenly Mr. Ivarson cleared his throat and broke through her reverie. "Alright, I think today is going to be a movie day. You all need distraction from... looking at what's going on outside the window," he improvised. With that, he walked toward the back of the room. He stared at Brie as he walked past her. She didn't dare make eye contact. He dug around in the media closet in the back of the room and pulled out a vintage reel-to-reel movie projector, which he liked to use more than the students liked to watch.

He pushed the old contraption right up next to Brie, set up the reels for an old nature documentary, and then said, "Liam, shut off the lights, and Caden close the blinds." The two boys got to it. Brie was thankful. With darkness, Mr. Ivarson had saved her from the piercing eyes of her schoolmates. But then he turned on the projector.

The rickety piece of technology shuddered to life and Brie's outlook sank-yet her heart leapt. She was acutely aware of the vibrations of the old projector running immediately to her side. She felt then traveling through the floor, up through the metal tubing of her desk, and shaking the seat upon which she sat. Not enough for most people to notice. But to her, it was like a jackhammer was going off right beside her. The projector ran hot, too, and small fans along the body of the device blew air, seemingly zeroed in on her sensitive body.