Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

"Are we doing OK for you Daddy?" Molly asked.

"Oh Angel, you could never do wrong," James said. Christine quirked an eyebrow.

"You think you've got it on your own now?" Christine asked her daughter.Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Molly smiled. "Yeah Mom. I think I can try it."

"Good. Like your father said. Do what feels good."

"OK," Molly said. She started rocking herself slightly. Molly watched as her daughter's pussy hugged at her Daddy's dick. Clung to the shaft like it couldn't bear letting it go even an inch. Molly began gasping as she rode. Gaining a rhythm. A pace. Her big tits jiggled no matter how she moved but now they almost juggled. Like they were preparing to fly off. The young blonde's wet hair stuck dark to her chest and shoulders. Rain ran in rivers over her tits. Her lips were getting purplish in the cold.

"Cum baby," Christine said to her daughter, "I know you can do it. Cum for Mommy and Daddy. Show us what a good girl you are."

"T... trying," Molly said. Moving faster.

"You, on the other hand," Christine said and playfully slapped at James' flank, "You better let me know before you go, buster."

"Understood, honey," James said, "I know we made an agreement and I can..." But his words were swallowed up by his wife's pussy as she ground down on him. Christine settled in. Her husband was clearly too distracted by his daughter's pussy to make a full meal of eating her, but he did more than well enough.

Christine felt her husband's tongue flatten hard against her clit and a little lightning of her own shot up her spine.

"Oh God. Oh Daddy! Oh it feels so good but... Oh FUCK! I'm... I'm not..."

Christine thought about leaning forward again and rubbing her daughter's clit. But you know the old saying, give a girl an orgasm and she'll climax. Teach her to reach her own and she'll cum for a fucking lifetime. Or something like that. "Molly you should feel something, like, at the front of your pussy."

Molly reached down and found her own clit. She started rubbing it absently. Lord, if she was as bad on herself as she was on other women, that poor girl was doomed.

"Yes, that," Christine said, "But also on the inside. Try to shift so that your father's head rubs against..."

"Oh!" Molly suddenly froze. Her one hand stuck in her folds. Eyes big as saucers. "Oh ffffFUCK!" "That's the spot," Christine said.

Molly angled herself forward and began humping hard. Almost grinding. She was working her Daddy's dick so hard, Christine could see sweat pouring down her daughter's body and mixing with the rainwater.

"Oh g... Oh g..." Molly gasped, the words caught in her throat. "Oh GOD DAAAAAAADDDYYYY!" Molly arched her back, pointing her massive breasts to the sky. Christine swore she saw a little gush of liquid cover her husband's cock and for a second she thought he'd cum in his daughter, but no -- it was Molly's own juices. Soaking herself and her father.

"Oh FUCK. Oh Fuck. Ohfuck. ohfuckohfuckohfuck," Molly chanted then fell forward into her Mother's arms. Christine held her baby girl tightly as she trembled through orgasm after orgasm. Almost sobbing. "Oh Daddy... Oh my Daddy makes me feel so good."

Christine was going to point out that really it was Molly herself who'd done most of the work, but she decided this probably wasn't the time.

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"Mommy?" Molly looked up at Christine. God she was soaked. The storm seemed to be slowing, but it hardly mattered. They needed to end this and get inside. "Mommy I..."

"What is... What is it baby?" Christine asked. James was still licking at her pussy like a champ. Even better now because his daughter wasn't distracting him with her dripping puss. Another little spark of pleasure ran through her. Christine thought it would help hold things off, but it only made her want her husband's dick more. Need it. She spoke through gritted teeth, riding out the pleasure of her husband's tongue and the demands of her aching pussy. "I... I want it," Molly said.

"I know baby, but it's Mommy's turn now, OK? You have to let Mommy have some, too."

"I want it so bad," Molly said.

"You just had it sweetie," Christine said. The frustration seeping through.

"Not Daddy's cock. His... hiscum." She said it so quietly, Christine could barely hear her over the rush of the rain. "I want my Daddy to cum in me. Please Mommy I need it so bad."

"What? No," Christine said firmly, "No honey you're not on the pill. And besides I know we're working through this together but that's still my husband. I wouldn't feel right if he did that. In anyone. Not just you. You understand, don't you?" "But Mommy I'm the one that did it. Worked so hard. I'm the one that got him so close. It's not fair!" Molly shouted. She started to cry. Oh good LORD. Christine couldn't take it any longer. She shoved Molly to the side, got off her husband's mouth, and started moving for his cock.

"But whyyyy?" Molly asked, splashing into the mud.

"Because I said so," Christine said. She started to crawl back to her husband.

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James slowly stood up. He was covered in mud and grass. His pendulous penis pointed outward. Christine began to wonder how Molly had ever fit that massive monster in her tiny, virgin cunt. Christine wasn't sure even her far more experienced sex would be able to nail the hammer that hung before her.

Christine was still on her knees in front of her husband. She started to reach up. To pull him back down so she could take him. She didn't care if that cock split her in two, in fact she wanted it to. Her husband reached down and squeezed her shoulders. Holding her there.

"Oh, honey, you know exactly what I want," James said. Christine felt herself being forced forwards. Oh fuck no! It wasn't fucking fair it really wasn't.... James' cock pressed against Christine's lips. She wanted to protest but at that point her body was willing to settle for something, anything. And her mouth was suddenly too full of cock to talk.

The rain finally stopped. The warm sun returned like it had never left. It felt odd on Christine's ice cold back. The mud on her legs. The water still dripping off of her.

Christine wrapped her lips around her husband. Maybe a few deep pulls and he would let her slide it into her dripping snatch. She tasted her husband's dick, his masculinity, but also a subtle something else: her daughter. Molly's cream covered James' cock like a glaze and Christine was getting a taste of it with every suck. It was humiliating, like cleaning her husband's cock for him after he'd gotten his pleasure from another woman. Their baby daughter.

Still Christine worked hungrily. She felt the desire for it. The want for her husband's spend. In her mouth was still better than nowhere at all. If she could strum her pussy at the same time, maybe that would be enough. That would have to be enough.

Christine felt someone lifting at her backside. Pulling her up. Molly. Well, at least the girl was trying to return the favor after that ridiculous request for her father's fertility. Christine resigned herself to more indifferent pussy licking -- it would be better than nothing.

Christine kept her mouth tightly sealed around her husband's dick and let herself be lifted up so she was on all fours. Allowed her ass and pussy be exposed to the open air. Her daughter. The world. She felt something slowly pressing against her pussy.

That didn't feel like a mouth.

It was hard and insistent and almost like a dick. Did Molly have a dildo hidden away somewhere? Because the only actual cock at the campsite was still in Christine's mouth at the moment.

Christine gasped as her snatch went from completely empty to totally filled. Thicker and deeper than anything she'd ever felt in her life. So rough it was almost like losing her virginity all over again. And suddenly, Christine knew exactly where the other cock had come from.

And her heart soared.