Going Nova - S01 E52

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Going Nova - S01 E52

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 52

Elsie returned to her dressing room and found both boys still waiting inside. Once again, Oliver got up to meet her, while Hunter nodded in acknowledgement and then returned to his phone. Elsie, still in her skates, rolled slowly up to the older boy and crashed into him lightly. She craned her neck up and pecked him sweetly on the cheek. He blushed. “They want us to do one more walk down the runway.” Elsie held up the bikini in front of her. “The swimsuit edition!” The bikini was a red triangle top with a flower print pattern on it. The straps and accents were a blue micro-check pattern. The bottoms were a modest but trendy cut, and an exposed belt in a matching pattern ran along the waistband.

“Whoa, nice,” Oliver grinned. “You must have kicked some ass out there.”

Elsie giggled, “Sort of! Two of the models fell on their skates. There was blood everywhere. We’re replacing them.”

Oliver chuckled. “That’s incredible! Man, I never thought a fashion show would be so action-packed. We’re missing everything back here, Hunter.”

Hunter looked up at his brother and just shrugged before returning his attention to the game he was playing.

“I feel kinda bad inviting you back here now,” Elsie said.

Oliver brightened up, “No, it’s cool. It’s worth it to hang out with you, Zoey. And Briley, too, of course.”

Elsie smiled warmly, but it morphed into a mischievous grin as an idea crept into her head. “You know, if you’re looking for action, I think I do owe you some. And, well, I’ve gotta change into this little thing.” She dangled the bikini hanger on the end of her finger.

A wide grin spread across Oliver’s face and he nodded enthusiastically. “You did promise me some underwear modeling.” He glanced back at his brother, who was absorbed in his game. “Uh, what about him?”

Elsie thought for a moment about Hunter, but she sincerely didn’t care if he saw her perform a little strip tease. She was feeling horny and sexy, and her mind was not placing much importance on modesty. She shrugged, “Oh, I guess it’s fine if he looks.” Then she said, with pointed emphasis in the younger brother’s direction, “I don’t think he’s paying any attention, anyway.”

“Huh?” Hunter glanced up at Elsie through his shaggy hair.

“Nevermind,” the girl said, rolling her eyes. Then quietly to Oliver, “Let’s see how long it takes him to figure it out. Go have a seat.”

She looked once more at the attractive older boy as he grabbed a chair and pulled it close to her. She took a deep breath and fingered the top button near her neck on her jumpsuit nervously. Her heart was thudding in her chest, and she suddenly felt too self-conscious to go through with it. “Hold on.” She coasted over to the door and said, “We need a bit of music.” She cracked the door open a small ways and the muffled bass echoing down the halls seeped into the room. She poked her head out into the hall to make sure nobody was around and then turned back to face Oliver.

She slowly started to shake her hips to the beat, eventually finding the rhythm. She closed her eyes and once again began to tug at the buttons of her jumpsuit.

Oliver stared as the nubile, young girl swayed in front of him, popping the buttons of her outfit apart, one-by-one. He found her inexperienced movements awkward but sensual, and since her eyes were meekly closed, he felt like a voyeur leering at forbidden goods. He glanced briefly at his brother, who was still oblivious.

Elsie navigated her hand down the line of buttons in front, undoing each catch, from the top of her chest down toward her belly button. When she reached the last one, she opened one eye to peer at her spectator. He was fixated on her, and she blushed. She pulled apart the two halves of the jumpsuit top, revealing her cleavage, and fanned herself with them. The action threatened to flash a glimpse of her breasts. She knew what Oliver wanted to see, but she wasn’t ready to give it to him quite yet. She wanted to tease him.

She spun around suddenly on her skates, and Oliver moaned, “Aw, c’mon,” but Elsie didn’t respond directly, only giggled. Instead, she slowly bent at her hips, pushing her ass out in his direction. All the while, she continued to wave it in the air to the muted techno beat coming from the DJ’s speakers. Inch by inch she descended, until she could touch her toes.

Much as Oliver wanted to see his catch topless, he couldn’t deny that staring at her small but round ass, covered as it was, was an equally good thing. He adjusted his pants to make room for his swelling manhood.

Elsie pulled at the laces of her skates, releasing the knots, and loosened them up. She turned around again and removed each boot, one after the other. As her body continued to groove sensually, her hands knotted the two sets of laces together and she hung the two skates around her neck.

Oliver groaned when he realized where the dance was going. Elsie, growing bolder, winked back at him. Then, with both hands, she pulled the top of the jumpsuit apart and shrugged it over her shoulders. Her chest was exposed, but Oliver’s view of her breasts and nipples was blocked by the skates hanging down.

“You really know how to tease a guy,” Oliver carped.

Elsie made a display of pulling off the top. One by one, she tugged at the sleeves and pulled her arms out. Now topless, she felt her bare skin prickle at the cool air in the dressing room. Her nipples stiffened against the leather skate boots, and her vagina released lubricious fluid into her panties. She stayed that way for a few moments, rocking to the music, smirking at Oliver, and building his excitement. She noticed his hand occasionally adjust the bulge in his pants, or perhaps he was doing something more to his stiff member.

At long last, she continued and stuck her thumbs into the cinched-in waist of the jumpsuit. Oliver sucked in a breath, and suddenly Hunter exclaimed, “Whoa!” Elsie froze.

Oliver looked back at his younger brother and sighed. “Don’t ruin this, man.”

Hunter, suddenly aware, quickly jammed his phone into his pocket and fixed his hair nervously. “Sorry, I just realized what was happening.” He sat and fixed his attention on the girl.

Oliver, too, returned his attention to Elsie. “My brother’s such a dork,” he said with an easy smile.

Elsie thawed quickly and resumed her strip show. She again felt an unexpected nervousness now that there were two boys staring at her. She found herself unable to make eye contact with either of them. Yet, with blushing cheeks, a nervous smile, and her eyes fixed on the ceiling above, she pushed the garment over her hips, revealing the blue and yellow panties she had drenched the day before. Already they were wet again.

She continued to push the jumpsuit over her ass and down her thighs, until it slid to the floor of its own volition. Then, stepping out of it, one foot at a time, Elsie made herself naked, all except for her panties. She stood there awkwardly, unsure what she had done, or what she should do next. She stopped moving to the music, and her teeth chattered lightly, her breath ragged. Having only been naked in front of Warrick, she was unused to being the object of a man’s gaze.

Oliver felt like he had been holding his breath for an hour. He exhaled slowly, smiling, and reached out to her. He wrapped his hand around her waist and pulled her close to him. She moved between his legs, and sat on one of his thighs and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. He was warm and she dangled loosely in his firm grasp. She felt him move in and she swallowed hard.

He kissed her, pressing his body toward hers. He felt the wheels of her skates dig into his chest uncomfortably, so he grabbed one and pushed it from around her shoulder. The weight and momentum, pulled them both off of the little girl and they clattered to the ground, causing Elsie to break away with a start.

“Sorry,” he smirked, “they were in the way.” He used the opportunity to admire her small tits, now bared in full view. He groaned approvingly at the sight, and he shifted in his seat, pressing his erection into his captive’s thigh.

Elsie giggled and shifted, as well, swinging one leg over each thigh, until she was straddling the older boy’s lap. She felt a fire in her loins and was desperate to feel Oliver’s kiss once more. She clung around his neck and began to slowly grind her panties up and down the bulging crotch of her lover. She felt the friction in her clit and mewled. As she made out with Oliver, her eyes slid open slightly to see Hunter over his brother’s shoulder. Though he was unable to see much of Elsie behind his brother, he was watching the two make out and rubbing his hand along the outside of his pants. She made eye contact with him and he blushed and moved his hand away. Elsie pulled her lips away from Oliver’s and spoke to Hunter. “You might want to save that for Briley,” she winked.

Oliver frowned, “I wish we could get some privacy.”

Elsie turned her attention back to her toy and resumed her humping, “I’m too turned on to care.” At this point, the older boy’s rod was tenting obviously in his jeans. Elsie could almost make out the mushroom head. She speared the knob along her crease, forcing her soaking panties between the slick rut of her labia. Every nerve in her pussy was goading her forward, and she was whipping herself into a frenzy.

Oliver grabbed her tiny bottom and squeezed. He pulled her against him, pressing his manhood and feeling the fire flickering from the sensitive place on the underside of his cock, throughout his loins, and down his legs. As the young girl humped wantonly against his jeans, he worked a finger beneath one of of the leg bands of her panties. He could immediately feel the mire of liquid contained within, and Elsie sensed his breach. She moaned in approval as his fingers met her flesh, which emboldened him. He pressed on, moving another finger into her underwear, and feeling his way toward her overflowing hole. At last, he felt the smooth edge of his ward’s dewy lips, and without further ado, he delved inside of her.

Elsie cried out in budding ecstasy. She felt as if she had been waiting for this all morning, and finally it was hers for the taking. She jammed her hips harder against him, but with their angle, she couldn’t get his fingers in deep enough. She shifted her position against him, pushing him back and down in his chair, and lifted one leg over his shoulder to give him easier access to her channel. She hooked her heel into his back and used it to pull herself tightly against her lover.

“Jesus, you’re athletic,” Oliver marveled, gazing lustfully at the young thing splayed across him. Her muscles rippled as she humped against him. Like Elsie in general, they were defined, yet soft; firm, yet delicate.

Elsie smiled and huffed, “Thanks, Daddy, for all the acrobatics classes.” Then she lewdly yanked the crotch of her panties to the side, baring her plump, young pussy lips.

Oliver needed no instruction and instantly plunged one finger back inside of her tight canal. He hooked it up and ran along its ribbed interior until she gasped, wide-eyed, at the caress of her G-spot. Then he placed his thumb on her clit and started rubbing both nerve centers at once. Elsie rolled her eyes to the back of her head and moaned loudly and lasciviously. “Fuck, Ollie. Fuck, that’s so good!”

With their new position, Hunter could see everything. He could see the strange little girl spreading her legs. He could see her animalistic nature take over at her brother’s touch. He could see her tits swaying with each thrust, and he could see her brother plunging his fingers into her small, ruddy cunt. As they gasped and swore, staring at each other, neither the girl nor Oliver seemed to even notice he was still in the room. He thought about the other one, his girl, Briley. He found her shy and cagey, and wondered if she was just as wild as Zoey was, or if his brother would be the only lucky one.

Elsie could feel her climax bubbling up within. Her movements seemed to switch to auto-pilot as her mind slowly deadened, except to focus on seeking more and more pleasure. She felt merely like a passenger in her own body as it sought euphoria. Her hips rocked forcefully against her assailant’s fingers and she could hear herself swearing loudly, though she couldn’t have stopped it if she tried. Slowly the pleasure grew from deep within her cunny, and then suddenly it came quickly. Then she hit the point of no return. She inhaled sharply, seizing up with her whole body, suddenly silent for a moment. Her hips twitched as Oliver continued massaging her nethers. Then, from deep within her, a wail emerged, and she began to thrash violently. “I’m cumming!”

Oliver couldn’t keep ahold of her, so, to avoid hurting her, he pulled out and grabbed the girl’s hips. But she still sought stimulation and she bounced wildly against the stone-hard rod still in his jeans. Her dripping crack spattered his bulge with gooey girl-cum. Oliver used his hands to guide her hips and grunted each time she landed on him. He could tell he was close, but he didn’t want to cum in his pants, so, to stave off his own orgasm, he started conjugating French verbs in his head.

Elsie gasped for air and her hair stuck to her face. She rocked to and fro, moaning loudly, until, at long last, she began to cool down. Her movements became less and less extreme until she was finally too tired to do anything but lay against her lover. Her whole body was beaded with sweat and she panted quietly for a good, long time as it began to evaporate off her body.

She took a big breath and finally spoke. “Fuck, Oliver. I needed that.”

He chuckled, “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.”

She rested against him for some time until her breathing returned to normal. When she had finally regrouped mentally, she glanced down and noticed that the older boy was still quite hard. She reached down and patted his crotch. “Hmm, looks like you might be in need of something now, too.”

Oliver grinned and was about to respond when suddenly the door swung wide. Elsie jerked up and twisted around, attempting to cover herself with her arms. It was Brie, and she was a sight.

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Next: We find out what Brie was up to while Elsie was busy fucking Oliver and see her outrageous swimming suit. Plus, a small orgy and a dose of public nudity.

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To Be Continued...