Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 80

As Brie licked up and down her babysitter’s gash, she was face-to-face with her daddy’s churning cock. She pulled back momentarily to observe his movements. He was rapid and forceful and his shaft was white and foamy with their combined fluids. Each time he plunged into her, Brie could see the outer rim of Ivy’s hole push in, and when he pulled out, he pulled her tight, clinging cunny along with.

Then she leaned in again and took Ivy’s love nub between her lips. She nibbled on the sensitive bundle of nerves and licked up the swirl of juices seeping throughout her slit.

Suddenly Ivy squealed and thrashed. She gasped out, “Oh fuck, Daddy, I’m cumming!” She thrust her hips hard against Warrick’s cock while her orgasm tore through her. She moaned and wailed, still running her finger wildly into Brie’s spit-slicked snatch as she weakly attempted to continue giving pleasure to the young girl laying atop her. “Fuck my pussy, Daddy, while I’m inside your baby girl.” Ivy thrashed her head back and forth, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, her legs flailing limply across Warrick’s torso.

Soon her cum high subsided, but Ivy wasn’t done yet. She pulled Brie by her hips back onto her face and resumed wildly licking out the girl’s slit and sucking on her clit while she continued her finger-banging. Brie was so dazed by the unexpected pleasure that she cried out and her body went limp.

Warrick, having given Ivy what she wanted, pulled out and moved himself closer toward his daughter. He straddled Ivy’s hips and prodded his raging hard-on into Brie’s open mouth while her jaw hung slack, and she took to it readily. Her tongue lolled around his shaft and she tasted the worked up melange of his pre-cum and Ivy’s cum juices on his shaft.

“Open up that little throat of yours, kiddo,” Warrick grunted, thrusting himself deep toward the back of her mouth.

Brie knew what her daddy desired. He wanted a retry of the night before when he attempted to deep-throat her, and she wanted to satisfy him this time. She craned her neck up, attempting to make the way as straight as possible, and opened her mouth as wide as it would go.


Warrick pushed himself onto his daughter’s face, pulling her by the back of her head. He saw Brie’s eyes roll up to meet his, and he read them perfectly: pleasure tinged with the worry that he might break her. “It’s gonna be okay, baby,” he assured her, though he didn’t really know if he could guarantee his promise.


Brie nodded, her mouth stuffed with the giant rigid rod slicked with Ivy’s tangy cum. She took a deep breath through her nose and closed her eyes, signaling that she was ready for whatever was coming. Warrick pressed himself forward slowly, straining against the small opening of his daughter’s throat. But sure enough, he pushed through. Brie’s entire body tensed as the invading member crushed its way into her body. She might have tried to fight back, but in that moment she was helpless, trapped, strung up between her father and Ivy. She had nowhere to go and nothing to do but to act as a vessel, used for their ignominious pleasure.


She gagged, but her father stayed lodged inside her. Her face reddened. She snuffled air through her nose to keep from blacking out, but the lack of oxygen enhanced her own pleasure all the same. Ivy pumped her slender finger in and out of the girl’s burning pussy, massaging against her G-spot while her tongue swirled circles around her clit.

Warrick let out a long groan of pleasurable agony, feeling his daughter’s tight throat constricting around his engorged cock. He could feel his orgasm rushing onward, and he knew there was nothing more he could do to stave it off. He grabbed his baby girl’s head with both hands, and proceeded to rapidly fuck his cock down Brie’s throat. With her head pushed back, her eyes opened as little slits, and he could only see the whites. Teardrops occasionally spilled from the corners. His daughter was completely checked out. She was, in that moment, nothing but her daddy’s sexy little fuckdoll.

Finally, he felt his cock begin to surge. He knew his orgasm had arrived in full force. He waited in Brie’s throat to send the first jet directly down into his little girl’s belly. She grunted as her neck strained to take her father at his biggest. Then he pulled himself free, slithering his spit-soaked cock out of her face.

Brie gulped for air as globs of bubbly saliva spilled from her mouth and down her chin, and fell onto Ivy’s tummy below. Before she could spit any more out, she felt her father roughly grab her hair and pull her head back to splatter her face with another stripe of his cum. “Yes!” she choked out desperately, “Cum on me, Daddy. Cum all over me!” Warrick’s cock continued to leap and spurt in his fist.

Ivy cheered him on, too, “Paint your darling little daughter, Daddy. Give Mommy’s baby slut what she’s earned.”

The euphoria of oxygen, the feeling of her father’s climax raining upon her, and Ivy’s fingers thrashing inside her pussy finally brought Brie to her second orgasm. Where normally, her cumming had started from her pussy and spread outward, this time, it started in her brain. She liked being used and controlled—not told what to do, but simply acted upon. The entire weekend she had felt unhinged and she loathed it. She felt humiliated by her lack of self-control. But now, at her daddy’s whims, she understood what her body was trying to tell her and she savored it. Her head swam with ecstasy and her body roiled with pleasure. It moved from her head into her chest and tits, then finally down her spine to her pussy. Her hips bucked upward, and a spray of her cum escaped, dousing Ivy beneath her.

“Holy shit, Warrick!” Ivy exclaimed. “Your little girl can really cum!”

Brie writhed in orgasm, rolling her narrow hips into the air and slamming them back down onto Ivy’s cum-slicked body. High pitched moans filled the air as her orgasm ripped through her. She humped back against Ivy’s invading fingers, trying to wring as much pleasure from her quaking form as she could.

Soon, the world came leaking back, and her orgasm slowly faded until her body merely twitched where once it lewdly humped. Her burning nerve endings cooled to a sizzle and then faded. All that remained were memories and shivers. Brie at last rolled off of Ivy and onto her back on the floor. Only then did she realize her face was coated in a thick film of her father’s cum. It cooled against her skin, but she was too exhausted to wipe any of it off.

Finally, Ivy was able to sit up. It was the first time Warrick had seen her face since she had gotten under Brie. She was filthy with the young girl’s ejaculate, and her hair was soaked through; it dripped from the strands in fat droplets.

Her mascara ran down her face, but she wore a smile. She turned to Hazel and remembered that her friend had been filming the whole encounter. She cheekily flashed the V-sign at the lens.

“What did you think?” Hazel interviewed her.

“That was fucking nuts,” she giggled, then gestured to Brie, “Look at your baby girl now.”

Hazel turned the camera toward her daughter. Brie panted heavily, but smiled meekly, as if she had just finished a marathon. Her body glistened with the combined fluids of her partners and her face was spackled white, coated thick with her father’s excessive jizz. She rolled bashfully away from the camera and curled her body up. Hazel lingered on her girlish bottom a moment longer.

Ivy said, “Not so innocent anymore,” and then Hazel ended the film. Ivy crawled up to the couch and slouched upon it. She turned to Hazel and said, “So, you said there was a long story to tell?”

Hazel smiled. “There is, and I can tell it.” She paused and looked around the room. “But first, who’s going to give me cummies?” Both she and Ivy looked at Warrick.

Warrick looked down at his tender cock, hanging limply, then back at Hazel. “Sorry honey, I’m gonna need a bit more time before I’m back in the game,” he said apologetically.

“Um,” the small voice of Brie piped up. The group all turned to face her, her cheeks glowing red behind her cummy veil, “I can do that, Mommy.”

Ivy slowly turned from the girl to face her mother, and with a smirk she said, “Fuck, I love your family.”

Hazel broke into a wide grin as she gazed at her filthy little girl. “I love my family, too.”

“Give me the camera,” Ivy urged, “I’m gonna film the sequel.”

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The End.

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Whew! This wild ride has come to its conclusion. Believe it or not, that took over three years to write! I didn’t start posting here until I was reasonably sure I would be able to finish it for you and give you a good ending, so I’m so glad that I could meet that goal.

It’s bittersweet, really. Though I will miss these characters—especially Brie and Elsie—it was a thrill to see some of my chapters hit the Top Rated page here. I tried my hardest to give y’all something that went far beyond the average stroke story. And who knows, I may find some time in the future to post some bonus standalone adventures that explore some of the themes just hinted at in these concluding chapters. That all depends on your comments and ratings.

Which, thank you, thank you for all your comments and messages! I hope to continue hearing from each of you. And, as always, if you have a moment, please go back and rate the other chapters, as well.