Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 59

Warrick sat in silence, knowing that his cheating was now out in the open, but Hazel’s choice of words—“taking care of”—prodded at his subconscious until they formulated into a thought. “Wait a minute, what do you mean ‘taking care’?”

“I mean taking care!” Hazel threw her hands up. “Taking whatever care I have to in order to make sure Brie gets through this okay. And,” she looked to her husband, “I need you to step up and do the same.”

“How much care is there to take?” Warrick retorted argumentatively. “As far as I know, Brie only needs to take her medicine and have a little fun time flicking the bean once in a while. I thought you had taken her upstairs to get her medicine last night.” Warrick paused and noted Hazel avoiding his eyes. “Is there something I don’t know?”

“Yes, I helped her get her medicine,” Hazel replied, audibly frustrated, “but that’s only one part of it. She needed more from me.”

Warrick was still unsatisfied with her explanation, and he could feel her dodging his line of questioning. They were open enough with their parenting that it was rare for Hazel to be so evasive. Yet he couldn’t think of a way to ask her more directly if her care was more hands-on in nature without confirming his perverse suspicion that his wife had groped their daughter, like she had done in the car at the beginning of the weekend.

“I was— I…” For a rare moment in her life, Hazel was unusually hesitant in fessing up to a sexual encounter to her husband; she couldn’t bring herself to admit to molesting their child. Yet she knew that he now suspected something untoward had happened between herself and their daughter. There was no way out of the conversation without executing a lie of epic proportions, and Hazel found she could not be so dishonest with her partner. Besides that, she knew deep down that keeping this from her husband was wrong for another reason. “I…” She took a deep breath and committed to telling the truth. “I showed her the ways of being a woman. I made love to our little girl last night,” she admitted, choosing words that painted her actions in a positive light.

Warrick’s heart thudded in his chest, and his mouth went dry. “You what?” he choked out.

She turned and looked him in the eye and said as flatly as she could muster. “I ate her cunny.”

Warrick was astonished. “You… you did what?”

“I didn’t want her to feel ashamed after she… ate my cum, too.”

“You ate each other out?” Warrick raised his voice. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

“Well, not at the same time!” Hazel corrected.

“Does that make a difference?” Warrick puzzled.

“Well, no. I’m sorry. I’m just trying to find something to say. I’m a little nervous right now. I don’t want you to be mad. I thought it would help her!”

This made Warrick all the more confused. “Help our daughter? By having sex with her?” Warrick rubbed his eyes. “I’m sorry, you’re going to have to fill me in here.”

Hazel took a deep breath. “During the movie, we went upstairs to get Brie some medicine, and I accidentally spilled the bottle. There wasn’t enough to last until the doctor’s office opened on Monday. I thought that, since she ran out, she might be able to eat my cum, and that might satisfy her.”

Warrick roared. “And why on earth did you think that your cunt was a substitute for Brie’s medicine?”

“Because!” Hazel paused. She sat silently for a long time, unable to make eye contact.

“Because…?” Warrick said, drawing out the word, filling the thickening silence.

“I’m just going to say it, okay?” Hazel shouted at the windshield. Warrick waited for her. “Because my dad cured me of this same illness!”

The admission hit Warrick like a ton of brick and he sat in stunned silence, staring at his wife, barely able to comprehend the truth of her words. She refused to make eye contact. A tear rolled down her reddened cheek.

After a time, Warrick broke the silence with startling calm, “Hazel, I’m getting tired of the interrogator act. You have to come clean with me. Just tell me the whole story.”

Hazel pulled the car over to the side of the road, put it in park, and broke down. For a minute, she sat hunched in the driver’s seat and sobbed. Despite her guilty admission, Warrick couldn’t bear to have her crying, and he reached over to rub her back gently until she had regained her composure.

During the next minute, Hazel learned to breathe again, wiped her eyes, and blew her running nose. After another big sigh, the woman said quietly, “Okay, I’m going to tell you everything I know.”

“Okay,” Warrick said tightly.

Suddenly Hazel snapped her eyes up to meet his. “But you can’t get mad at me anymore. What I’ve done with Brie is no worse than what you’ve done with Elsie.”

Warrick meant to fight back, but his wife’s bleary eyes begged him to back off. He blushed and nodded.

“Okay, this will all make sense soon. You’ll probably have a lot of questions along the way, but just bear with me, and I think you’ll understand.

“You’ve already heard a little bit about where this started. Back at the party, when I talked about how I had to beg my dad to give me sex education. This was when I was around Brie’s age. Perhaps a year older. One day in late summer, I had an awakening of my own.”

“An awakening,” Warrick repeated.

Hazel nodded. “The same kind of awakening that happened to Brie in her class, only school hadn’t yet started for me that year. Understand?”

“So you’ve been through this yourself,” Warrick followed along. “You’re… super-orgasmic?”

“I was for a little while, yes. Now, let me tell my story.”

“The first time it happened, I was at a friend’s house. His name was Greg. And his parents had gotten him a trampoline that year for his birthday. One of those big ones that people put in their back yards. We were jumping up and down on it, and I was really feeling the vibrations with each bounce.

“All day that day, it just felt like I was living in this day-glo dream world. All of my senses seemed to have been heightened. Like my spider-sense was tingling and it wouldn’t quit. Colors were brighter, and smells were stronger. It was like my brain was on the fritz. Especially touch. All of my clothing felt like it was triggering my nerve endings every time it rustled across my skin.

“So, I was jumping on this trampoline, and with every bounce, I felt more and more like my insides were welling up. Like somehow deep within me, I was filling up with a warm, gooey liquid. At first, I thought I had to go to the bathroom, but it felt pleasant, not urgent, like when you have to pee. I thought it was what trampolines did. I figured Greg was feeling a similar kind of euphoria.

“The pleasure started to build and build, and it got to be pretty distracting. But at my age, I had never felt anything so good in my life, so I didn’t really have a worry about it. I just jumped with Greg and enjoyed myself.

“Finally, though, it built to a point where suddenly I didn’t dare move. I could tell my body was at a tipping point and I honest to god thought I really was going to wet myself just then. I crashed onto the trampoline with a sigh and laid there flat on my back, just breathing, squeezing my legs together, and concentrating on holding my pussy at bay.

“Greg, though, had no idea what was going on with my insides, so he kept laughing and jumping on the trampoline while I was still laying there on the rubber mesh. His bouncing threw me into the air, and two bounces later, suddenly I was having my first super-orgasm.”

“Jesus,” Warrick said in disbelief. “What was it like?”

“It was truly blissful,” Hazel reminisced, “But scary at the same time. I was overcome. The whole world sort of rushed away and I felt like I was laying in a bed of electrically charged wool. It freaked Greg out, too. He thought he might have accidentally hurt me somehow, I was wailing and writhing so much. Little did he know he had caused me great pleasure, not pain.

“I remember feeling hot and sweaty and I ripped my shirt up my body in order to cool off, but I couldn’t help but fondle my small breasts once the breezy air streamed across my nipples. I almost did the same with my pants, too. I went nova. My clit felt like it was doubling in size, and I unloaded a stream of cum into my pants, though I didn’t realize what it was at the time. But I pretty quickly knew, even then, that it wasn’t pee; I just didn’t know what it was, exactly.”

As Hazel finished her story, she looked down at her knees and spoke quietly. “Anyway, that’s how it all started.”

Warrick swallowed the giant lump in his throat that had formed as he listened to his wife talk about her formative sexual awakening. It was eye-opening to learn about the parallel between his wife and his daughter, but she hadn’t yet addressed all his questions. “How long did this last?”

“Months. Three months, I think.”

Warrick flinched. He could barely handle three days of Brie’s out-of-control lustiness, much less three months of it. “So how did—”

Hazel interrupted. “There’s more to my story. Let me finish.”

Warrick nodded.

“Once Greg understood that I was okay, he got really interested in me and in what had happened. I did too, for that matter. He wanted to know everything about it, but I honestly didn’t know what was going on with my body. Over the days that followed, he was almost always nearby, waiting to see if I would cum again. And, of course, just like Brie, I did.”

Warrick was enthralled with hearing his wife’s story, but with her mention of their daughter, he continued making connections between his wife’s experience and Brie’s. Both had been thrust without warning into a mature state of sexual being. Both had developed the same sensitive nerve endings and the same squirting behavior. Both had to figure out how fend for themselves in a confusing new world. He started paying attention to what Hazel’s experience could mean for Brie. Is she already experimenting with a boy? he wondered. His mind wandered briefly to Elsie in that moment, but Hazel continued.

“At first, I kept it hidden from my dad. It happened a couple more times over the next few days. Usually at Greg’s and then again under the cover of darkness in my room. I had to hide all the towels I was using to catch the spray of cum I had.

“Eventually, Greg and I started experimenting, seeing what would make it happen in the first place, or even how we could make it better. I wasn’t all that embarrassed about it because early on, I only ever got aroused in private or when I was with him. It was the end of summer, so school hadn’t started, my dad was at work and of course my mom wasn’t there, so I had a lot of time to myself.

“Greg was a bag of hormones, and because I was so sexually open, he also started wanting to try new things. My own hormones made me very interested in his suggestions.”

“Meaning?” Warrick interrupted.

“Meaning, we started to masturbate together. Or he would fingerbang me. Or other things like that. We were young and didn’t really know what we were doing, and our bodies were in control, so we just tried a bunch of stuff. This is around when I started asking my dad about sex, because I wanted to know more.”

“And you said he didn’t like that.”

“No, he always said I was too young, or it was improper conversation between a father and his daughter. I think he was just really embarrassed about talking about sex. Don’t get me wrong, I love him, but he was one of those dads who just hoped the school would do the heavy lifting so he wouldn’t have to.”

Warrick prodded for some kind of coherent answer. “You said your dad cured you, though.”

“He did, but that was much later. Can I finish my story?”

“Sorry, go ahead.”

“Even without any guidance, Greg and I continued to experiment and about the time when school started, we had sex for real, and I felt like my mind had opened up. For a long time after that, that was all I could think about. Feeling him sliding in and out of me—” Hazel clammed up briefly, aware that she was reminiscing in front of her husband. She smiled at him, blushed hard, and continued, “Well, it’s nothing like I get these days, but it was pretty good at the time.

“Anyway, like I said, sex was all I could think about then. And we had a lot of it. Even after school started, we would sneak away and find an abandoned bathroom or classroom. I was always so loud, I’m sure some other students heard us. I know one of the teachers caught us once. We were lucky we didn’t get suspended or counseling.”

“The teacher really didn’t do anything?” Warrick asked, surprised.

“Well, it was a male teacher, Mr. Grainger,” Hazel chuckled. “We were young students. He probably would have watched us if he hadn’t gotten spooked by walking in on us. He just turned around and let us be.

“It got pretty bad for a while, because I was always exhausted by the end of the day from having these really intense, leg-shaking orgasms. Then I wouldn’t do all of my homework, because I would sleep all evening. I’d wake up the next day, and the whole process would start over again. Wake up, masturbate, go to school, skip a class to masturbate, sneak out at the end of school to have sex with Greg. Every single time, I cummed my brains out.

“Within a month, my grades were looking pretty dismal and teachers started asking questions. My dad thought I got mono from kissing Greg, so he grounded me and took me to the doctor. That’s when I was officially diagnosed as super-orgasmic.”

“How did your dad react?”

“He blamed Greg. He said that he was tempting me. I think he was still in denial about how serious my condition really was. Who’s heard of being super-orgasmic before? You hadn’t heard of it before Brie was diagnosed.”

“No thanks to you,” Warrick interjected.

Hazel ignored the comment. “Daddy thought I was just a nymphomaniac, but it’s truly this biological compulsion deep down inside of me. An awakened hunger looking for… something to sate it.

“Anyway, he banned me from seeing Greg, and he told my school that I wasn’t to be seen with him. They kept a pretty close eye on me after that. Sometimes they would time my bathroom breaks, which was challenging because I sometimes had to jill off really quickly to not get a detention. I always sort of regretted it—at the time, I mean—that my dad was my best trigger.”

“You masturbated to your dad,” Warrick swallowed.

Hazel sighed, “Well, the cat’s out of the bag. You know I’ve already had sex with him, so yes, my thoughts would drift to him, almost beyond my control.” Hazel grew wistful and shifted in her seat. “I don’t really understand it, but all I can think is that he was such a strong presence in my life. And,” she added, “he was handsome for his age.”

Warrick felt odd listening to his wife talk about her father in such a romantic way, but at the same time his cock begin to stir. “And you don’t regret it now?”

“No, not at all,” Hazel replied bluntly. “But let me continue my story.”

Warrick nodded.

“To get my grades up, I asked all my teachers for extra credit. I tried my best, but doing extra work with my condition was incredibly challenging. I was in this constant state of arousal, and it was pretty obvious. I think most of my teachers didn’t like me for that. Thought I was acting inappropriately and distracting the boys. Thought I was a slut. They probably weren’t wrong. Eventually, of course, two of the male teachers took advantage of my weakness. I couldn’t say no, because I needed the grades. But I also craved badly to have regular sex again. Since I couldn’t be seen with Greg anymore, I turned my lust toward my teachers.”

“Your teachers took advantage of you?” Warrick asked.