Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

Molly looked up at her father again. He was breathing heavily. A vein throbbed on the side of his forehead. He seemed to be doing everything not to look in his daughter's direction. Molly saw her father's penis. It looked even larger now. And suddenly Molly knew exactly what she needed to do..

"Daddy..." Molly said it lower now. Like a whisper or a confession. She stalked over to her father. Stood in front of him. Both of them panting like they'd run a race.

"Hurts so bad..." her father muttered.

"Me too," Molly said, "I'm sorry Daddy, but I need..."

She couldn't even finish getting the words out before her hand shot down and gripped her father's massive cock. Molly flinched. She waited for her father to shout. To scream. To rip himself away. Instead he did the one thing she didn't expect. He groaned.

"Oh baby."

"I know," Molly said. And she did know. The innocent 18-year-old had never even touched a penis before. But she knew exactly what she needed to do with it now.

Molly reached up and pulled her father's face to hers. She pressed her lips to his in a most undaughterly way. Snaked her little tongue into his mouth. Both of them gasped, like getting a first burst of oxygen after holding back for so long. Molly's father's hands slid up her flanks and grasped her oversized tits. They both sighed, again, in unison. Her Dad's hands felt so rough and strong on Molly's breasts. Kneading and squeezing with equal passion and hunger. Molly had never had someone touch her there. She'd been vaguely aware of how her tits might sometimes act like a live wire down to her pussy. Like when she rubbed herself. But this. Something about the way her father held her breasts made Molly's pussy fucking throb. Like it wasn't already pulsing like crazy.

Molly let herself fall backwards, pulling her Dad down with her by the dick. She spread her legs wide. Pulled her father forward. A thousand things shouted in Molly's mind. About how wrong this was. She wasn't supposed to be fucking, not in the middle of a campground. Not with her Daddy. Oh, Molly loved him so much and yet she couldn't imagine ever doing something so brazen. So wanton. And yet some part of her required it. No option. Only need. "Daddy," she gasped between kisses.

"I'm sorry baby," James said, "I can't..."

"Please Daddy put it in me. I promise to be good."

Molly grabbed her Dad's cock, tightly, lined it up with her aching snatch and...

"Nooooo!" Molly's mother screamed. She raced over and tackled the two of them, shoving Molly away from her father. At first, Molly thought Christine was doing a very motherly thing: trying to keep her daughter (and husband) from making a terrible, awful mistake.

But then Molly watched, stunned, as her mother grabbed her father's cock, possessively. She saw the hungry look in her Mom's eyes and realized that, no, Christine just wanted that Daddy dick for herself.

"God. Oh Chrissie," James said, "I don't know what came over me and..."

"Shut up dammit," Christine said, "That's supposed to be my cock."

"I'm sorry, honey." James was on his back now, his penis pointing upwards at the sky. His wife, Molly's Mom, knelt over him, holding his pulsing penis tight in her fist. Her tiny breasts trembling. Her nipples looked almost sharp. Christine looked her daughter down, like dominating a puppy. Then she climbed on top of her husband as casually as if they were in their marriage bed. She pushed him onto his back and in one thrust jammed his cock into her pussy. They both groaned as they made contact.

Molly sat back, blown. Her pussy aching even worse than before. It needed something. Anything. Molly cast about for something even mildly cock-shaped but came up with nothing. She lay on the grass and watched her parents fuck in front of her. Ground her hips together like it might at least hold off the urges.

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Molly jammed her hand between her legs and started strumming her clit furiously. The blonde teen had masturbated before -- many times, if she was honest with herself. As much as one could be said to be 'good' at rubbing one out, Molly was good at it. She'd figured out the exact angle to hold her fingers in her sloppy channel, the perfect rhythm to work her clit. She could squeeze out a good cum in about five minutes if she wanted and could run multiples if she had the time to really settle in. She'd even squirted once after a particularly intense session.

In other words, if anyone on Earth was capable of giving herself an orgasm in a time of absolute need, it was Molly. Yet now her frantic clit-flicking seemed barely to help. Her pleasure was a whisper, begging to be heard over the cacophony of a heavy metal band amped up to 11. She rubbed harder. Faster. It only seemed to increase the pain.

Meanwhile, Molly's mother slammed herself onto her husband with abandon on the grass nearby. James reached up and squeezed his wife's tits. He moaned in what almost sounded like frustration. "Mommy. Daddy, I..."

Christine slowed. She looked over and saw her daughter staring back at both of them. Tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," the blonde teenager said, "I know I can't. But it hurts. I need it so bad."

Christine looked at her daughter, and her face softened. To Molly's shock, her mother slowly nodded and began slipping off her husband's cock. Her pussy making squelching sounds as it reluctantly let go. James kept trying to fuck upward, frantic as his wife withdrew. His cock glistened with her juices.

"Chrissie," he moaned.

"I know, baby, I know," Christine said, cooing, "I need it too. But fuck. We need to be there for our daughter. We have to help her first."

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It was nonsense. Utter ridiculousness. None of this made sense, Molly knew in a small conscious part of her brain. But the rest of her mind, her body, all it cared about was getting something -- someone -- inside her. And if her Mom was willing to make the sacrifice, Molly was not in any position to let it pass.

Christine turned to her daughter and smiled warmly. "It's OK, sweetie. I know you need it. Go ahead." She reached over to Molly's shoulders and pulled her forward, so she was down on all fours. Presenting the young blonde's virginal cunt to her father.

Molly couldn't see the look of hunger on her Daddy's face as she pointed her pussy his way. Didn't know how her Dad suddenly ached for his little girl's body, running his eyes over every curve with primal desire. Molly only swung her round bottom back and forth, rolling the emptiness between her legs, praying that her father would fill her need.

Molly's Mom grabbed her Daddy's cock. She placed the head right at his daughter's opening. Molly's whole body braced in anticipation of finally getting what she needed. But her mother suddenly paused. Oh fuck. Was she rethinking it? Oh, Molly needed a cock so bad and her father's was so big and perfect it had to be him. Molly decided she would fight her mother for it this time. Finally stand up for herself. It was the only way.

"Oh God, I don't think I can," James moaned.

"You've got to, honey," Christine said, "We've got to. I know this is insane and yet I know that this is the best way. The only way. You just have to promise." "Anything," James said.

"You're going to be with your daughter," Christine said it so casually, like they were talking about dancing rather than fucking. "To help her. I know. But when it's time. It's still my cock and I want you to... Need you to put it in me. You know what I'm saying?"

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