Unspoken Pleasure

"You can make her cum. You should. I think it's the only way she'll... But not in her. OK? Our little Molly's not on the pill and we don't have any protection. Even if we did. I still feel like it should be something shared between us. Us only. Promise me."

Nobody asked her what she wanted, Molly thought, but if she could get that cock in her, she'd have agreed to any condition. It was all she could do not to scream at her parents to stop jabbering and get on with it. "OK?" Christine asked.

"OK," James said. And Molly's mother shoved her father's penis right into his daughter's virgin pussy.

Molly screamed. James moaned. The intruder into her body. She'd never felt anything like this. Raging fire. Rigid steel. A strange and wonderful invader that her pussy walls clamped down on for dear life and all Molly could think was how she'd lived a whole 18 years without realizing there was this aching NEED inside of her that only a man -- only her father -- could fill.

And the thought entered Molly's mind, like a salve to a wound, my Daddy's fucking me. His cock is in my pussy. The thing that MADE me. That put me in my Mommy's belly. That's inside ME. And, ohfuck, it felt so good. So right. Like there was no better place for a father's cock than in his baby daughter's cunt.

James reached forward and grabbed his daughter's giant tits. Like holding them was the most important thing in the world. Molly hated her big breasts, but feeling the way her father pulled at them -- almost like milking her -- she suddenly glorified in them. My Daddy loves my big stupid boobs, Molly thought to herself, and for the first time her D's made her feel as proud as when she brought home A's.

James drew back and Molly felt a strange sadness until her father plowed himself back into her. Whatever lingering pain from that first penetration simply drifted away. Leaving only desire. The driving need of back and forth as her father jammed his cock into her pussy and OH GOD!

"Daddy... Oh DADDY. It feels..."

"I know baby," James said, barely able to form the words, "It's your first time and Daddy wants to be careful with you but..."

"Oh NO, Daddy," Molly said, almost laughing, "Your cock. My cunt. It feels so good. Like nothing I've ever... Oh FUCK I'm sorry for cursing, Daddy but your penis, your big hard Daddy cock, it's making me... fffffffFUCK." "Oh God," James said, "Me too, baby."

"Yeah?" Molly asked, almost little-girl like, "Your little girl's pussy is doing OK for you?"

"Oh honey it's amaaaaaazing," James said.

Molly heard her mother make a little snort. She looked up and saw Christine was now sitting in front of her. She was eyeing her daughter strangely. There was a whole bucket of emotions there. Hurt, love, jealousy, remorse. Desire. "Honey?" Christine asked. She was kneeling, almost supplicant. Her tiny, pointed tits almost right at Molly's mouth.

"What is it, Mom?" Molly asked. She couldn't keep the slight irritation out of her voice. I mean, couldn't Christine see she was a little busy at the moment?

"How's he doing for you?" Christine asked.

"Oh... so good..." Molly said. The pleasure overwhelmed her for a moment and she bowed her head down. Her eyes clenched shut. She groaned and rode it out. She knew from her own 'personal-time' that this was only a little cum. A speed bump on the road to a far larger peak. Molly dragged herself back into focus. Her Mother was still staring at her.

"I'm glad. I'm so happy we could help you, honey," Christine said, "But, ummm.... Mommy's feeling it really bad, too and it would really help me out if..."Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Molly looked down and saw her mother's hands were both buried in her own blonde bush. One up in her pussy, the other slamming side to side on her clit.

"Oh Molly... My baby girl... Your pussy is so perfect," James said from behind her.

FUCK. Molly has having trouble keeping focus between her Mom and Dad. Her Daddy, she loved him so much. He always made her feel special. But now it made her feel even better to know she was giving him this pleasure. Almost as good as the ecstasy he was driving into her.

"Oh. So. Good," Molly said, the words falling out of her, "My Daddy. Is. Fucking me. Oh Daddy don't ever stop fucking MEeeheeheeheeeeeeee!"

Molly felt another wave of pleasure engulf her from bottom to tp. A bigger one. Her whole body started to give way and she did her best to hold herself upright. Every thrust from her Daddy's dick an explosion pushing her higher and higher. A piston in the engine of her pussy. A rocket driving her straight off the Earth -- and Molly could only imagine what breaking through the atmosphere would be like.

"Molly," Christine said, sharply. Molly looked back at her mother. The anger must have shown on her face because her Mom seemed to suddenly soften. "Pleeaaaaase," the tiny blonde said. Molly had never heard her mother so supplicant. She nodded.

Christine practically clapped her hands with glee and lay on her back. Wrapped her thin legs around her daughter's neck.

"You know what to do," Christine said. Molly lowered her head dutifully. But, in fact, the blonde teen had no idea what to do. She'd never licked a pussy before. Worse, even if she was an expert, it was almost impossible to do with her Dad's cock pumping into her. She could barely speak, think, let alone focus on pleasing her mother.

She tested her tongue outward. The taste was not unpleasant. Molly knew her own sex and this was similar but different. Like looking at a map of an unfamiliar place, she knew what was supposed to be roads and rivers, but she couldn't make sense of where it all led.