The noises coming from the TV were too obvious. Elle spotted the remote on the coffee table and wriggled around in an attempt to get up off her father's thick spear so that she could silence the inappropriate video.
Adrian groaned, red-faced, and gripped her tightly by the arms. "Baby no, don't move. You're gonna make me cum."
"What do we do?" Elle asked quietly.
"Just don't move," Adrian answered, his breath quavering. "Maybe they won't come in here." They sat and listened again to hear what they could hear.
Isla's voice came, closer than before, "I'm ready to get these clothes off." Adrian's heart pounded. "Where should we do it this time?"
Emily said something that couldn't be made out.
Isla responded, "Yeah, we always do it in your bed. I thought maybe we could change it up. I could sit on the kitchen table? Maybe on the couch? Orrr… Elle's?"
Adrian's mind reeled at the realization that his wife and Isla had been skipping out on work to hook up during the day—and often, apparently, in their bed.
In the kitchen, Emily raised an eyebrow. "You want me to eat you out in my daughter's bed?"
Isla admitted to herself that Elle's lewd performance on the runway had triggered a deeper interest in the junior girl, but she wasn't about to share that with the girl's mother. "Don't worry," she assuaged her friend and mentor, "I'm not perving on your daughter, but you know, a smaller bed could be fun? It'll make me feel like a school girl again. Especially since we're sneaking around like this." She wandered through the house aimlessly when her ears pricked up at a sound.
"You might have a point—" Emily started to say.
"Shh," hissed Isla suddenly.
Emily froze and saw her friend actively listening to something. She watched as Isla snuck down the hall to the living room. The woman paused again and then turned around with a mischievous grin on her face. She mouthed, "I think your husband is watching porn in there."
Emily softly padded to meet her friend where she, too, could hear pornographic sounds coming from the television. Emily never knew Adrian to skip out on work. The two women went silent and quietly approached the open door to the living room.
Isla could make out some of the dialogue: "Yes, Daddy, fill me with your cum. I need your cum."
"I'm gonna fill you up if you keep talking like that to me, baby girl."
She turned to Emily and giggled mischievously. "Is your husband watching daddy porn?"
Emily tried to key in on the sound, but identified it only as her friend reached the threshold to the living room.
"Fill my cunny, Daddy. Show me you love me."
"I love you, Ivie baby!"
Emily's heart dropped. "Don't go in there!" she shouted.
But it was too late. Isla burst through the door and was greeted with a most unexpected sight. Her eyes registered the terrified faces of Adrian and Elle. Only moments later did she comprehend what they were doing together.
Elle tried to cover up her split-open vagina with her hand and conceal where she was joined with her father, but with her legs spread across his naked lap, it was still apparent what was going on.
The sounds from the TV cut through the dead silence and Isla's eyes flicked over to see video of an older man vigorously assaulting a girl many years his junior. "What in the fuck?" she spat.
Adrian knew he was caught and had no words to say. Elle blushed deeply, equally silent.
Slowly, Emily approached her friend from behind, slipping her hands around her waist. She placed her head on Isla's shoulder and plaintively said, "It's okay, Isla."
Isla jerked her head to look at her lover. "Emily, no. No! That's your daughter."
Emily kissed Isla's shoulder. She then met her eyes and nodded toward the TV. "And that's me."
Isla turned back to look at the video playing. On screen just then, a freshly fucked young Emily sat up in bed and asked to take a shower, signaling the end of their scene.
"Trust me," said Emily, "There's a long story behind this, and I'll tell you every sordid detail. And… I have a hunch that you're even going to like it, but the short of it is this: this was necessary. And it's good."
"Necessary," Isla repeated, her chest growing tight as she stared at Elle's boyish, young figure.
"Elle, baby, move your hand out of the way." The girl complied and Isla's heart dropped at the sight. She could see the thick trunk of Adrian's cock speared up inside her. It dripped with gooey beads of Elle's cum and her pussy stretched tightly around it, hugging every curve. "Is your mom telling the truth?"
Elle looked up at her parents' friend and sometimes babysitter. She nodded. "Yes, Isla. It's the truth. I wanted this. I needed this. I need my daddy's cum. It makes me right."
Isla swallowed hard at Elle's admission. She turned again to Emily, searching for reassurance. Emily smiled warmly and nodded, her eyes both craving acceptance and begging for forgiveness from her friend.
Isla said, "Well…" and then paused for what felt like an age. Finally she finished her thought. "What do we do now?"
Emily exhaled and leaned into her friend's ear. She spoke softly, "You said you wanted to feel like a school girl again. Do you want to play with her?"
Isla's head swam at the prospect. She knew what she was witnessing was wrong. She knew that she should put a stop to it, to save Elle from her parents, the same way she had saved the wretched girl from the stage of the fashion show. But standing there, staring at the nubile, shivering form of the girl she would babysit, Isla's resolve crumbled and her loins goaded her onwards.
A groan signaled the withering of her moral high ground. She moved toward the couch and dropped to her knees, getting a close up view of the Rowans' taboo transgression. She tentatively reached out with one hand to fondle Adrian's balls. He moaned at her contact and, at that moment, the air started to move in the room again. Elle slid herself up her dad's shaft, causing pent-up rivulets of her cum to drool out from her hole.
Then, without further hesitation, Isla ducked her head in, and pressed her tongue onto the base of Adrian's shaft and gave a long lick up its length. Elle slid back down upon it and met Isla's tongue with her parted pussy lips. Isla tasted the lewd mixture of their sex juices and sighed. She became more turned on than she ever expected when her tongue brought Elle's flavor into her mouth. All of the little sexual urges she kept locked away from Elle all these years suddenly spilled from within her. She had never known what was missing, but now felt like her connection to the Rowan family was finally complete.
Adrian lifted his daughter up once again, and Isla chased after Elle's pussy, up Adrian's cock, with her tongue, slurping up all of the sticky juices that the girl left behind.
Again Elle sank down, all the way, until her cervix prevented her from going any further. "Daddy, your cock is so hot inside my cunny." She leaned back and kissed him, open mouthed.
Isla, watching from below as father made love to daughter. Her stomach did summersaults and her mind did backflips at the sight. She gripped Adrian's balls and gave them a tug, causing his eyes to squint shut and a moan to escape his mouth. He had been close to cumming before, and now, with the two girls attending to him, he was close once again. Isla encouraged him, saying, "Elle, your little cunny tastes even more amazing than I imagined." Then she cocked her head to the side and slid the sensitive bottom side of Adrian's shaft in between her lips. In this manner, she sucked and licked as much of his cock as Elle's pussy allowed access to. Occasionally, the little girl's cunt would connect with Isla's mouth and the two of them would groan at their contact.
In between gasps of ecstasy, tiny moans escaped Elle's mouth. Her face was hot and she felt light-headed as she ever-more-vigorously impaled herself on her father's rod. Through her carnal haze, she scanned the room and found her mother watching. Elle blushed at the attention. "Am I doing good, Mommy?"
Emily could only be described as beaming with pride. She nodded and said, "You're doing great, baby. Are you ready to have cummies?"
"I think so," Elle said hopefully. "Daddy, I need cummies. Fuck my little pussy, Daddy. Fuck my baby cunny," she whimpered, "I need your cum, Daddy." Adrian increased his pace, holding Elle still in his lap while he hammered her from below.
"It's coming, baby girl, just keep squeezing your tight little pussy around my cock."
"Yeah, that's it," Isla joined in. The two were now moving too quickly for her to continue her oral ministrations, so instead she pressed a thumb into the folds of Elle's vagina and found the thick nub of the little girl's clit. She rubbed against it and chanted, "Fuck your daughter's little pussy. Give it to her. Split your baby girl's cunt in two. You're big, but she can take it. She likes it. Your daughter's a good little girl and she wants your cum."
Isla's naughty words put Adrian over the top and suddenly he froze. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and a deflated sigh escaped his lungs. Then, "Fuck, I'm cumming, baby!" Adrian became animated, bouncing Elle violently on his lap as his cock pulsed, sending ropes of his seed deep inside his daughter's womb.
Elle could feel her insides warming from the bath of hot cum she was receiving. That, along with her daddy's invading spear and Isla on her clit, caused Elle, too, to tumble off the cliff of sanity into orgasmic bliss.
Her eyes snapped shut and her insides contracted, pulling her vaginal walls tightly against the skin of her father's cock, even as it pulsed ever larger. The little girl's legs shook and flailed over her daddy's thighs as each subsequent blast of his cum jolted all the more pleasure out of her. Her skinny body writhed, tossing her head weakly this way and that. If Adrian's cock hadn't been prodded all the way up in her, she likely would have slid off and onto the floor for all her lack of muscle control. Instead, she hung limply like a puppet atop her dad's lap, his cock supporting her body.
Adrian's strained groans indicated that he continued to cum, shooting extensive jets of his semen, far longer than was normal.
"Jeez, Emily, how much cum does he have in those balls? I've never seen him shoot for that long before."
"Me either," Emily answered with equal wonder. "It's something Elle brings out of him."
Isla continued goading him on. "Fill up your baby girl, Adrian. Fill her little cunny to the brim with your cum."
"Fuck, Isla," Adrian rasped, as his orgasm finally subsided and he regained the ability to speak, "you're so kinky."
"You're the one with your cock buried deep inside your daughter's cunt," she laughed. Adrian liked that she was laughing.
Elle, too, returned to reality. "Daddy, my pussy is sore now," she whined.
"Here, let's get you off of there," Isla said, helping Adrian to lift the small girl up off his lap. As her father's cock exited her cunny, a thick rope of his cum connected the two while he placed Elle next to him on the couch. It draped from his cockhead and down over his thigh, before it stretched its way back up toward Elle's pussy.