Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 56

Elsie froze and she watched Brie, mouth opened wide between her thighs, waiting for a silky glob to slowly drip from her saturated snatch onto Brie’s tongue. When Brie began to taste it, she tittered deliriously to herself.

Elsie exhaled slowly, her breath quavering. She couldn’t believe that her best friend was drinking cum straight from her own freshly fucked cunt. Once again they were bridging new territory in their friendship. Or was it now something more than friendship? Though she had just cum twice, she already felt recharged for another orgasm, and there was Brie with mouth watering for what was inside of her.

Elsie reached down and tugged apart her labia. She opened up her hole and bore down on her lower muscles, forcing Oliver’s cum out of her tunnel. It drizzled downward into Brie’s mouth and she swallowed every drop that she could. But the two young girls could not keep still, and occasionally the precious medicine would miss its mark, dripping onto Brie’s chin or over her cheek.

Elsie felt her heart thumping in her ears as she began to squat ever lower. Each of her quick breaths felt hot and desperate in her dry mouth. She shifted her stance wider, bringing her crotch down closer and closer to Brie’s waiting mouth, until at last her puffy pussy made contact with her best friend’s lips. Elsie’s eyes went wide when she felt her friend’s mouth touch against her forbidden spot, taking in as much of the erotic scene as she could. She mewled at the novel feeling of Brie’s hot breath against and up inside of her sex.

Brie needed no coaxing and began to slide her tongue up and down Elsie’s gash, prying it in between her labia, and up into her tunnel, licking up as much of Oliver and Elsie’s cum as she could manage. But Brie’s own wanton lust recognized the sexual needs of her partner, and soon medicine was not her only goal. She wriggled her tongue up her friend’s slit until she found the hardened nubbin of Elsie’s little clit.

Elsie cried out and gripped Brie’s hair with sticky fingers, pressing the girl’s face against her pussy. There, Brie began to moan and lap wildly, licking up Elsie’s cum cocktail and rushing her toward her third orgasm.

It was at that moment, amidst the girls’ wailing and moaning and oral experimentation, that the door to the green room swung open wide. There stood the assistant, frozen in shock at the sight of the two girls making love while their two boyfriends gawked from the sidelines.

“What the fuck?” the large woman croaked. She nearly dropped her clipboard.

The two girls whirled to face her. Elsie quickly flipped her bikini bottoms over her exposed mound and covered her face with her other hand. Brie, with her own hands bound, could only sit back on her heels and blush, staring at the floor.

“Uh,” the woman continued with pause, “You two are up.” Then she asked skeptically, “Are you ready?”

“Yeah, we’re ready,” Elsie said breathlessly and smoothed over the wrinkles in her suit aimlessly.

Brie nodded silently. She was lucid enough to feel the shame of being caught in such a position, yet her head still throbbed with excitement and her prolonged lack of satisfaction. She strongly desired to close the door on the woman and forego the rest of the fashion show so that Elsie could return the oral favor; or perhaps even feel one or both of the boys breach her pussy for the first time in her young life.

The assistant looked them over quickly to make sure their pieces were in place and then guided them out the door. “Alright, let’s get lined up.”

Brie got to her feet and asked, “What about my hands? I’m not going out there tied up, am I?”

The large woman tutted, leading the girls from behind. “I have strict instructions not to untie you until you’re going on stage. Now come on, we’re already down to the wire.” She swatted Brie’s small naked butt with her clipboard to hurry her along. It was a light smack, but Brie still gasped as if it had stung, and squirmed as she walked. The sudden sensation on her nerves rippled through her body, and she almost came right there. She began to pant manically, wondering when her pleasurable nightmare would finally be over.

They found their marks behind the quickly shrinking line of models at the stage entrance, each one cued by the line manager with a tap on the shoulder. Elsie leaned over to check in with Brie. “Hey, how are you doing?”

Brie whined, “I need to cum bad,” and furtively added with a sigh, “I want my dad.”

Elsie didn’t have time to wonder if the two comments were related or if the latter was a non-sequitur, for she received her cue by the line manager that it was her turn to strut down the catwalk. And strut is what she did. Ever the natural, Elsie snapped into performance mode, soaking up the lights and sashaying to the music. Her expression was fixed somewhere between a stony glare and a smile. Despite her professionalism, in the back of her mind, there dwelled the thought that her freshly fucked and sopping vulva may soak right through her bikini bottoms. Nevertheless, the thought didn’t make her feel embarrassed, only more devious. She mused on what the crowd might wonder if they knew what she had been up to.

When she reached the end, she paused to strike a pose, placing her hands on her hips and rocking them once side to side. Just then a moment of inspiration hit her and she flung her arms in the air and shimmied her ass to the music, highlighting her taught tummy in the process. The crowd cheered and, encouraged, she swirled her hips around until she faced the stage entrance and put her tantalizing ass on display. A proud grin spread across her face as roars and whistles filled the air.

Backstage, the assistant whirled Brie around and gripped her wrists tightly in one hand. With the other, she untied the ribbon that had bound her. From the stage opening, Brie could see Elsie making her return, and her heart pounded, knowing that her torturously delayed orgasm was closer and closer within reach.

Just before Elsie reached the darkened hallway at the end of the stage, Brie felt her limbs released and her bonds slipped away. Another sensation came from behind: a prod at her shoulders urging her forward; but she couldn’t bring herself move. Then a strong push on her butt tipped her center of balance and suddenly she staggered forward into the bright lights hanging above the catwalk.

Brie used the momentum of the push to will herself forward down the stage. Whereas her first walk had been timid, and her second had translated her sexualized nature into raw confidence, she now felt slow, overburdened by the immense sensory overload she had been assaulted with all morning. Her gait was lurching as she tottered on weak, shaking legs, like a newborn fawn rising for the first time. Her breath heaved in her lungs and her chest burned. And unbeknownst to her, her face was still spattered with Elsie’s cum cocktail, her was makeup smeared underneath it, and her hair was matted with it in places.

When the crowd saw her, she could hear an audible reaction beneath the thumping music. Her costume was a sight to behold. She looked almost like an unclothed plastic baby doll come to life. All of her parts were smoothed over and toned evenly, and her entire body shone under the searing lights from the film of sweat covering her. Many had initially mistook her for completely nude, until they realized that her erogenous zones had no discernible detail to them aside from a slight mound or shadow of a crease. Even so, the crowd was scandalized.

None moreso than Ivy. She could barely believe what she was seeing. Her friend’s young daughter was virtually exposed to the gawking crowd, and her demeanor was uncanny enough that the woman knew something was off.

Her date noticed too, and he leaned over to Ivy. “What’s wrong with her?”

“I don’t know. She almost looks like she’s been drugged and used. Is this part of the show?”

The man just shrugged and attempted to hide a smirk of appreciation.

But the only drug affecting Brie’s demeanor was the disorienting haze of carnal revelry. While her brain concentrated on moving her feet down the runway, the hormones that roiled within her controlled the rest of her body. As she advanced, her hands began to caress her nascent hips and taut belly. Then they moved up her body to the slight mounds of her breasts, and onto her nipples. Though it was impossible to discern where they were visually, Brie could still feel them stiffen underneath the thin veneer of the patches. Charges of electricity zipped into her, as each of her fingers glided over the rigid bumps. She gasped and found it difficult to breathe. Her growing sensations from within beguiled her more and more. The audience murmured in shock.

Then, while she traversed the catwalk, her fingers began to move down her sides, lightly tracing the outline of her body. When she again reached her hipbones, she drew her hands behind her, and caressed her small, rounded ass. She gave each cheek a squeeze in turn and a sigh and a moan slipped from her heaving chest.

In the crowd, Ivy’s own chest tightened as she watched Brie labor vulgarly down the runway. She felt a concern that the girl had somehow gotten in over her head with the modeling gig. After all, Hazel hadn’t mentioned that when Brie and Elsie were going to the fashion show they were going to actually be in it. And the two girls seemed to be using stage names; a common trick to obscure one’s identity, especially in porn. But she was unsure if that was the case. Surely, she thought, Hazel and Warrick would know about their daughter’s modeling.

The twinge in her chest, however, also signaled something else. It was the realization that Brie was becoming a sexual being in her own right. Ivy was a longtime friend of the family, and while the highlights revolved around her sexual exploits with Hazel and Warrick, her relationship with the family was nevertheless largely platonic. They would go out to eat, work on projects, see movies, and share celebrations. Until now, Brie had always been an essential part of the picture. Being that the young girl was several years her junior, Ivy had seen her merely as their child. She was someone that Ivy could play the hip, young aunt for.

But as Brie grew up in her life, Ivy began to feel glimmers of deeper interest in the girl’s development. Brie’s no-nonsense sincerity had charmed her. Until now, the woman had always passed these thoughts off as minor infatuations or perhaps bouts of youthful vicariousness. Unbeknownst even to herself, however, her gut had begun to guide her interactions with the young girl down a more intimate, but perhaps unscrupulous, path. She would cuddle up with Brie in theaters when Hazel and Warrick needed some alone time, or allude a little too openly about the sexual nature of her relationship with her parents in conversations. Or, as she had done outside the girl’s bedroom just days before, indulge in risky exhibitionism where Brie could possibly catch her in a vulnerable state of undress.

Seeing Brie on stage looking like the climax of an amateur porn shoot brought all of that latent yearning into focus. Ivy was at once protective and jealous, and she tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she gripped her date’s hand with a sweaty palm.

From up on stage, with all eyes in the crowd fixated on her, Brie at last reached the end of the runway. There she paused and stared down at the lip of the stage and tried to think. Throughout the entire morning, she had been subjected to wave after wave of stimulation of her hyper-active nerves. The battery of her senses had come from makeup brushes, overly tight clothing, and adhesive bandages on her most private of parts. Each stage of the fashion show had pushed her closer and closer to the brink, and she was exhausted. She tried to fight the urges that were warring within her, yet she had already lost and she knew it. It wasn’t a matter of if she was going to cum, nor when, but how.

All thoughts of an audience slipped from Brie’s mind and suddenly she was alone in her own world. A world where she was in control. She reached up and grabbed at one breast, squeezing the subtle rise of flesh firmly and stimulating her nipple. Her other hand then slid around to her inner thigh and slowly made its way to the crease between her legs. Once it was there, Brie winced and her mouth opened, but no sound came out. Instead, she held her breath and inched her fingertip up along the shallow trough of her taped up slit.

Finally, she sensed the ethereal pleasure of the stiffened bud of her clit beneath the paltry coverage that was her bathing suit. The plastic veneer was not enough to dampen her fiery nerves and, as she pressed down upon her button, she cried out. That was all it took. She half doubled over as her pussy pulled her massive orgasm from deep within her.