Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 45

As Hazel continued to noisily moan, Elsie’s imagination ran wild. She felt a growing desire to take a peek through the doorway, but feared that walking over a creaky floorboard or creating some other sound would draw attention to her, so she hung on the door to Brie’s room, merely listening.

That changed when suddenly, Hazel’s unintelligible calling calcified into words, “Yeah, baby, work my pussy for me!” Elsie’s mouth went agape as she realized that Warrick was in there, too. Brie’s parents were having sex! Her curiosity ran amok and she determined that she had to get a closer look. She wrapped herself in the sheet as if it were a cloak and inched her way out of the bedroom. At the distant end of the hallway, she could hear the white noise of the shower as Brie washed herself up. Between that and the growing racket Warrick and Hazel were making, Elsie figured she should have plenty of leeway for making sound. Despite the cover, however, she felt like every padded footstep, every rustle of sheet, and every shaking breath was echoing through the hallway like an alarm bell.

Inch by inch, Elsie made her way to the edge of the parents’ doorway and finally peered with one eye around the edge of the jamb. What she saw surprised her once again. Hazel laid with her head at the foot of the bed, near the doorway, and her knees splayed in the air in opposite directions. Warrick crouched over her, with his mouth affixed between her legs. Elsie was not expecting to see his face buried where his cock would go. Of course, she had knowledge of oral sex. It seemed to be all the boys at school could think about. But she had yet to experience it herself. As she looked on, she felt a twinge of jealousy for Hazel’s predicament. Last night, Warrick had penetrated the girl for the first time in her young life, yet already she longed to experience the novel pleasure of the man’s tongue along her most private area.

Hazel thrust her head back toward Elsie and moaned aloud, and Elsie nearly dove back behind the wall. The woman, with her neck craned back, had merely to open her eyes to notice the small voyeur spying on them. Instead of ducking away, however, Elsie froze and continued to stare, thankful that the Hazel’s eyes remained squinted tightly shut.

“Fuck, Warrick,” the woman called out, “I love what you’re doing to my clit, but, baby, I need you to fuck me right now. Finish me off before your daughter gets out of the shower.”

Warrick crawled up her body and Elsie could see his manhood hanging down between his legs. A glistening string of precum dangled from its tip. He smirked at his wife, “We don’t want her to catch you wearing her panties.”

Elsie took in a sharp breath, covering her mouth with her hand and nearly crying out at the obscene declaration.

Hazel just giggled and got on all fours. She looked over her shoulder at her husband and said, “Take me like this. Take me from behind.” From this vantage, Elsie could also see that Hazel was wearing the “Bye hater” shirt that she, herself, had been wearing. It was the same shirt that Warrick had stripped off of her before taking her virginity. It was a torrid notion that Hazel would be dressing up in her daughter’s clothes while they fucked. Why is this so hot?, the girl wondered.

Warrick lined himself up at his wife’s entrance, swelling with masculinity, and then drove his hips into her cunt. The two of them moaned together as his shaft worked its way into her slick channel.

Elsie was transfixed by the sight, watching the two lovers rut in their daughter’s clothes with only the slightest regard for privacy. Both parents faced in her direction and she thought about how easily she could be caught, but she found she was unable to tear herself away from the spectacle. To the girl’s fortune, Hazel kept her eyes closed as her husband drilled into her.

Meanwhile, Warrick stared intently at Hazel’s panty-covered ass and watched his cock plunge through the tear he had made in the fabric of Brie’s underwear. He grasped the hem of the back of Hazel’s shirt and pulled at it like one would a horse’s reigns. The cloth strained against her chest and stiff nipples. He pulled his wife backwards to meet his forward thrusts. His hips connected with hers with a loud smack each time. In this way, he continued fucking his wife with great energy. Occasionally, he would formulate his rhythmic grunting into dirty talk. “You’re so fucking sexy, baby. I love your sassy little tee-shirt. I love to fuck you through your adorable little panties.” Warrick couldn’t see it, but Hazel grinned and blushed.

Elsie, on the other hand, could. She was hypnotized by the display in front of her, and she felt a burning desire springing from beneath her tummy. Part of her wanted to be the one under Warrick’s vigorous assault, and part of her wanted to be there with Hazel, to share in her pleasure. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she ran calculations on whether that would make her bisexual, but she was soon distracted by a tiny sound coming from the direction of the bathroom. She almost couldn’t pinpoint it over the racket in the bedroom, but it was nevertheless distinct.

It was Brie. She, like her parents, was rapidly and audibly approaching climax, and her slight, high-pitched cries were cutting through the white noise of the shower.

Elsie’s mind reeled and her chest felt tight. She was surrounded by her friend and neighbors, all of them noisily on the verge of orgasm.

As Brie got louder and louder, Elsie could make out her friend’s words. “I need it. I need cummies for mommy. I need cummies for daddy. Ooh fuck. I love mommy’s cum. I need daddy’s cum, too. Cum! Cum! I need cum! Oh! Fuck! Fuck!” Her words devolved again into ever-more ardent whines.

But soon, Brie’s tiny, far-off voice was overpowered by Hazel’s in the bedroom. Between gasps, she demanded, “Tell me more about my panties. Do you like the way they smell?”

“I love the way they smell,” Warrick responded. “They smell so good, and so dirty. I love smelling your pussy all over them. I love thinking about your drenched panties, dripping with your cum.”

Hazel moaned out a long moan and gasped, “I’m about to soak them, just for you.” She quickened her pace, humping backwards on Warrick’s cock as fast as she could.

Warrick’s balls came to a boil and a slow growl built up in his throat. Suddenly he yanked the back of his wife’s tee-shirt, pulling her body back toward his, spearing her fully onto his cock. His bulbous head pressed against the entrance to her womb. He cried out, “Oh fuck, Brie! I’m cumming, baby. I’m cumming inside you, Brie baby.”

Elsie’s heart leapt up into her throat when she heard Warrick call out the name of his daughter instead of his wife. Hazel, too, froze for a moment. Her eyes snapped open and once again threatened to catch Elsie spying on their tryst. But the woman’s thousand-yard gaze did not see the girl. Instead, as Warrick pumped streams of his cum deep inside of her, her eyes slowly rolled back into her head and a delirium spread across her face.

Hazel’s jaw dropped open and she cried out in ecstasy as a wave of pleasure washed over her. Suddenly she was cumming, too. Her hips rolled and her back arched. Her whole body shuddered and convulsed. “Cummies, give me cummies, daddy,” she cried. She fought in vain to regain control of herself, but for a stretch she was helpless, thrashing in the cottony pillows of carnal bliss. At last she gave up and crashed onto the bed, and there she continued writhing and twitching, ass up in the air as Warrick kneeled over her, squeezing out his remaining drops of cum into her frothing pocket.

Meanwhile, Elsie noticed that Brie had quieted down, apparently also having finished her shower masturbation. Now that all three of the Novas were spent, she knew she couldn’t keep watching at the doorway much longer, or she would surely be caught, so she quickly, but quietly retreated to Brie’s room.

kneeled over her, squeezing out his remaining drops of cum into her frothing pocket.

Meanwhile, Elsie noticed that Brie had quieted down, apparently also having finished her shower masturbation. Now that all three of the Novas were spent, she knew she couldn’t keep watching at the doorway much longer, or she would surely be caught, so she quickly, but quietly retreated to Brie’s room.

Warrick thought he heard footsteps, so he called out into the hallway, “Hello? Elsie?” There was no reply. In the distance, he heard the shower turn off. He climbed out of the bed and chuckled, “That was a close one!” He slipped on a pair of pajama pants while Hazel just laid on the bed, panting and sweating.

In Brie’s room, Elsie paced back and forth, antsy but unsure what to do. After what she had witnessed, she felt an intense desire to climb back into bed and frig herself off right then and there, but she knew she wouldn’t have time before Brie returned from drying off. She also wanted to be close to Warrick again, like she had been the night before, but that wasn’t going to happen with Hazel in the room. She wished she had had the courage or, better yet, an invitation from Warrick to join in on the sexual exploits she had just witnessed, but that ship had already sailed. Or perhaps if she had joined Brie in the shower—she could have used an excuse like saving water—but again it was a missed opportunity. She cursed herself for being so distracted by the erotic atmosphere that she couldn’t think straight.

At last she began to calm down and took a deep breath and shook her sexual energy out through her ears. Given that now was not the time, she resigned herself to getting off later in the day. At the least, she figured, her sister Mallory would hopefully be game for some mutual masturbation that night.

Having that settled, she decided to get the day started by making her presence known in her own distinct way. Still wrapped up in the makeshift sheet-cloak, Elsie called out a familiar baseball jingle: “Da-da-da DA da-DAA… Charge!” Then she stormed down the hallway and through the open door of Warrick’s and Hazel’s room. They both flinched as the young girl launched herself into the bed, giggling.

Warrick groaned, “Elsie, haven’t you heard of privacy?”

She wriggled between the two parents in her tangle of sheets, like a worm, until she could lay her head on Warrick’s chest. “But your door was open. I figured you were awake.”

“I guess you have a point, there.” Warrick shot a sheepish glance at his wife, who had sat up on one arm, and was pulling the front of her shirt down over her torn panties with the other.

Hazel chuckled. She spun her legs off the bed, stood up, and again tugged the hem of her shirt down low to hide the cooling evidence of their tryst. “I’m going to go take care of something,” she said, and left the room.

Warrick sat on the bed and gazed at his youthful lover. She stared back and snickered, rocking her body sideways, back and forth next to him like a rolling pin. The room was quiet with unacknowledged sexual tension for some time. At last he commented, “You’re certainly awake this morning.”

“Yep!”

“How did you sleep last night?”

“Goood,” she purred out, “I don’t even remember getting into bed.”

“I bet! I had to carry you upstairs. You’re heavy as a rock!”

Elsie’s jaw dropped in mock horror. “Ah! I’m not heavy!” she retorted.

“How do you know? Have you tried lifting you?” Warrick teased.

“I’m not heavy!” she repeated with more fervor. To put a finer point on it, she heaved herself on top of him. “See?”

Warrick gasped in exaggerated agony, “Can’t breathe! Gonna die!”

Elsie giggled at his plight, “You’re so mean to me. I’ll show you heavy!” She snaked her hands out from the sheet she was wrapped in and started pushing down on his shoulders with all her might, grunting loudly with every heave she gave.

“Oh no, I’m being murdered!” Warrick joked. Still, it did not escape him that Elsie was bouncing her weight up and down upon his hips, and that her exposed shoulders underneath her twist of cover hinted that she was naked underneath. He was thankful he had just emptied his balls or he might have been of a mind to convince her to sneak off for another go.

Elsie was bouncing herself on Warrick’s lap, attempting with all her might to get him to tap out when Brie’s voice suddenly called from the doorway, “What are you doing?” She had finished drying off and was on her way back to her room, wrapped in a fluffy yellow towel.

Elsie wrenched herself around and giggled, “I’m murdering your dad! He called me fat! Come on, pile on!”

“I didn’t call her fat!” Warrick retorted with mock disgust. “I merely called her heavy.”

Again Elsie’s eyes went wide in offense.

It was a look that required no more convincing for Brie, and she sprinted onto the bed with a shriek of her own. With Elsie’s help, she pulled her dad so that he was lying splayed out on the bed. They both climbed on top of him, pouncing on his chest and limbs, tickling him and wringing his neck. Warrick groaned and thrashed under their combined assault.

“Get his legs!” Elsie cried out. “I’ll get his hands.” She straddled Warrick’s stomach and attempted to gain control of his wrists. Her wrap of sheet loosened slightly in the struggle, but she wasn’t about to lose the fight in order to fix it.

Meanwhile, Brie dove for his legs and grasped around them with both arms. She felt like she was riding a bucking bronco as her dad kicked his legs into the air, with her doing her best to stay on top. She grabbed the waistband of his pajama pants and held it like it was the reigns.

Warrick was enjoying himself as the two young girls made a jungle gym of his body. He gazed as Elsie twisted and gyrated on his chest, laughing girlishly and trying to contain his hands as he wove them throughout the air. Eventually he moved them in such a way that Elsie was forced to move hers close together and, with a quick, circular maneuver, he snatched both of her tiny wrists in one of his large hands. “Ha!” he grinned widely. She gasped knowing she had been beaten.

Turning from prey into predator, Warrick leaned up and pulled her hands up over her head and high into the air, leaving her vulnerable to attack. He spotted a darkened opening in her makeshift cloak and snaked his hand into the sheet, finding her tummy. Elsie shrieked and giggled as his fingers prodded at her soft, ticklish sides. She struggled to get away, but was unable to pry her wrists from from his strong grip. She could feel the sheet loosening further around her chest.

Brie remained on her dad’s legs. With his attention focused on Elsie, he had ceased trying to buck her off, though occasionally one of his legs would jerk up ineffectually and threatening to kick off her towel. Sometimes he would unknowingly knock her crotch with his shin, which Brie found startling and peculiarly pleasant.