Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 61

Hazel rolled her eyes, but dropped the subject. She’d talk more about that later. “Let me finish my story,” she said matter-of-factly. “At long last, he stripped me of my shorties and there I was, laid bare at the foot of Jazmine’s bed, sprawled out for the camera. Mr. Avery kneeled on the bed, between my legs, and then grabbed me by my ass and pulled my cunt up onto his lap toward his dripping cock. He swiftly pulled me onto it and I moaned like a porn star. I was so wet that he slid in with little resistance. It felt like heaven itself had split me in two. I had been deprived for so long that day that it didn’t take much to put my super-orgasmic nerves to work and I climaxed on his cock as he held me.

“‘Fuck, Daddy. Cummies,’ I gasped. The burning sensation started at my tummy and spread into my pussy until it released from my body. I squirted my cum all over his hips and legs and it ran down his thighs and my ass, soaking up more into his daughter’s blanket below us. I cried out ‘Daddy, daddy, I’m cumming, I’m cumming! Fuck me, Daddy! Fuck my pussy. I need your cum, Daddy.’

“At that point, he bent over me, laid on me, put his full body weight on my diminutive frame and fucked me with all his might. In the tape you can’t see my body at all. Only my face, contorted in ecstasy, eyes squinted shut, and my skinny legs flailing chaotically at his sides with each powerful thrust. The rest of me was pressed forcefully underneath him, into the fluffy comforter and mattress of Jazmine’s bed.

“And while I cried out for my daddy, Mr. Avery cried back for his daughter. ‘Fuck, Jazzy, your pussy feels so good. So fucking tight, princess.’

“‘Yes, Daddy, give me all your cummies. I need your cum.’

“‘I’m gonna fill you up if you keep talking like that to me, baby girl.’

“‘Fill my little cunny, Daddy. Show me you love me.’

“‘I love you, Jazzy baby!’ And with that, Mr. Avery let out a low groan, which fizzled into silence as I felt his cock swell inside me. When I felt the first warm blast of his cum, I spiraled into a second orgasm, one that took me by such surprise that I, too, fell silent, my wind caught in my throat. My eyes snapped open and rolled back in my head until you can only see the whites. For a moment on the tape, all you can hear is the sticky sound of our rutting, as his large loins crashed against my small hips and he filled my channel with his seed. More juices sprayed from within me, onto Mr. Avery, and seeped into his daughter’s bed. You can see the ecstasy of my orgasm frozen on my young face.

“Finally, I gasped and oxygen began to flow into my brain again. I thrashed and panted and whined aloud, like a trapped animal. My hands flailed, running all over my school teacher’s body, and my toes gripped the blanket beneath me. My chest heaved and my hips bucked under his weight.

“But even then, my brain was still attached to the plot I had to execute.”

“You mean, when you convinced him to film you in the first place?” Warrick asked.

Hazel nodded. “As I came down from my cum high, I began to formulate the next part of the plan.

“Mr. Avery, too, began to come to his senses. After a long moment of laying on me, pinning me to the mattress, he finally rolled over and said soberly, ‘C’mon, I need to get you home before Jazzy gets off school today.’ Something about him had changed, and he felt almost like a normal person, not the domineering asshole he usually was.

“I sat up and scooted to the end of the bed, dangling my legs off the side, and asked, ‘Can I take a shower first?’

“Mr. Avery smiled—sweetly, actually—and mussed my hair and said, ‘I suppose we should. You’re a filthy girl right now.’

“I knew it was a double entendre, but it was also true. My hair was matted with my own spit and cum, and my body was salty with sweat and juices.

Warrick sighed low and loud, “What I wouldn’t give to see that tape.” Warrick mused.

“I’m sure Mr. Avery’s thinking the same thing to this day.”

“What do you mean? He doesn’t have the tape?”

“Like I said, I had a plan. I needed to get that A in his class. He had me turn off the camera while he left the room to go get the shower started. When I knew he was gone, I peeked through the stack of video tapes he had kept in the camera bag. I was trying to be quick, so I just grabbed the one on the top of the stack. I remembered on the label it was written, ‘Jazzy’s 3rd grade recital’. I popped it in and hit record. I have no idea where on the tape it was, I could have taped over the middle of the recital for all I knew.”

“What were you filming?” Warrick asked curiously.

“Just me, making my presence known. It’s been a long time since it happened, and of course, I never actually saw the tape, so I don’t remember it all. From what I recall, I didn’t really know what I should do in that moment. I just slowly backed away from the camera, smiling and giggling softly, revealing more and more of my used body and tangled bedhead to the lens. I must have been quite the sight. I quietly said, “Hi, Mrs. Avery,” and gave a small wave. I backed up to sit at the foot of Jazzy’s bed and spread my legs, and then opened up my pussy lips with my little hands, letting Mr. Avery’s cum drip out of my hole onto my fingers, which I then licked up.

“Then Mr. Avery popped his head in. I thought I had been caught, but he didn’t realize the camera was filming again. He just said, ‘C’mon, baby, the shower’s ready,’ before disappearing again.

“‘Coming, Daddy—I mean Mr. Avery,’ I called after him. I stopped the camera again and swapped the tape out, putting the recital footage back in the bag and our sex tape back in the camera, and then I went to get cleaned up.”

Warrick was confused. “So… you got an A for the recital tape?”

“No, I’m not finished with this part of the story. But keep up, we’re almost there!” Hazel chided. “So, we took a shower and got dressed again, but I purposefully left my shorties behind. Just as we were leaving his house, I said that I had forgotten them, so I ran upstairs to grab them, but I also quickly took the tape out of the camcorder and stashed it in my bag. Then he took me home. I stole the tape right out from under him.”

“Holy shit,” Warrick said, “He must have shit when he realized the tape was gone. He could have gotten in a lot of trouble!”

“Yep,” said Hazel proudly, “I turned the tables on him. He thought he was going to use the tape to blackmail me, but I knew I had way more power to blackmail him if I had video evidence of him luring a student into his daughter’s bed.”

“What happened after that?”

“I didn’t end up going to school for a week after that. I was kind of… grounded again, I guess. My dad was there when Mr. Avery brought me home and was very suspicious about why my teacher was dropping me off. And my hair was still wet from my shower. After my teacher had left, my dad, knowing that my self-control was at an all time low, asked me if he had molested me, but I denied it all. I made up some story about how the flooding had dripped on me in school. Still, he didn’t trust Mr. Avery’s intentions.”

“He was a smart man,” Warrick huffed.

“I was back in school about a week later. I think Mr. Avery was sweating a lot in the meantime with my absence. He must have thought I, or my dad, went to the police. When he saw me that morning, he turned beat red and was very curt with me. Trying to size up just how fucked he was.

“But after class, I approached him at his desk and told him I wouldn’t tell anybody as long as he promised to give me an A.

“I could see the relief wash over him. But then he was back to his old, horrible self again. He actually said, ‘Aw, come on, I was never actually going to fail you. I was just having some fun with you, you dumb cunt.’

“The nerve! I almost turned the tape in for that remark alone. But I figured that week of silence was torture enough for him. That, and I really didn’t want to blow up the school with a whole sex scandal. My life was hard enough as it was.

“And that was that.”

“Wow,” said Warrick, dumbfounded by his wife’s lurid tale. “But what about the recital tape?”

“Oh, hm, I don’t know whatever happened with that. I do know that a couple years later, Mr. and Mrs. Avery got a divorce, and Jazmine went with her mom. I suppose it could have been for any number of reasons, but part of me wonders if the family sat down one evening to reminisce about their child’s third grade recital and found a filthy, cum-dazed nymphette calling after ‘Daddy’ from their daughter’s bed.”

Warrick noticed his underwear was getting soaked with his precum as his wife’s immoral tale continued to unfold like a treasure map. He was desperate to take out his cock and masturbate to her words, but he knew the time wasn’t right. She was still missing an integral part. “I take it your story isn’t quite over yet.”

Hazel blushed. “You’re right; I got sidetracked with that story. I should get to the point instead of filling you in with all the trashy details.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Warrick replied a little too coolly.

“Alright, last part.

“Like I said, my dad pulled me out of school because my libido was officially out of control, and he knew it. After that, the house was always on edge from my barely concealed sexual urges, and I surely made him uncomfortable with my capricious, free-wheeling nymphomania. Remember, this is the same guy who wouldn’t talk to his daughter about sex; now she was masturbating constantly and wandering the house in all manner of undress.” Hazel bashfully added, “Sometimes completely naked.

“And it didn’t help that, like I said, my dad was my best trigger. During my week under house arrest, he was the only person I saw the whole time. He wouldn’t let me go anywhere, and would lock me in my room whenever he had to work or buy groceries. All I had was myself, some YA romance novels I had read a million times, and very slow dial-up internet.

“I masturbated a lot during that time. I felt like my sensuality was growing at an ever-increasing rate. The one thing I was missing the whole time, of course, was a man’s cock. And as far as men I was allowed to see on a day-to-day basis, there was only one possibility around: Daddy. Initially, I was disturbed to be thinking about him in that way, but more and more, I grew comfortable with the idea of making love to my father. I hated the urges at first, because it felt sick to feel attracted to my dad; it wasn’t normal. It wasn’t something the other girls ever talked about fantasizing about. It wasn’t even something I had thought about before this affliction began.”