Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

“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…”

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.

Christine grabbed Molly’s head and shoved it down harder. Tried to force the girl to lick her clit in at least something close to the right way. Molly thought of the old saying about bringing a horse to water and almost laughed despite herself. You could bring a daughter to pussy, apparently, but you couldn’t make her lick. Not in a way that was all that satisfying, apparently.

Molly felt her mother’s hands tighten on the back of her skull. The scent of her mother’s pussy almost too strong. Molly was already struggling to breathe. So much for kindness.

“Mommy, you’re hurting me,” Molly gasped, though she doubted anyone could hear her through her mother’s thin thighs.

“Daddy’s getting close, baby.”

Molly felt her father’s pumping begin to slow. Oh no! It wasn’t fair. Molly had cum a couple little times but only in the simplest definition of the word. The big one. Molly could see it in the distance and it was more great and glorious than anything she’d ever known. Something in Molly’s mind told her that she had to get there. NEEDED to.

She managed to free her head from her Mom’s snatch. “Daddy…”

“Your pussy,” James said, “It’s so good, baby girl.”

“I know, it’s just… I haven’t…”

“Christine get over here and help your daughter,” James said. Molly thrilled a little at her Daddy’s commanding voice. Felt her heart soar. Dutifully, Christine slid around on her back so that her pussy stayed under Molly’s mouth, but now her own lips and tongue were positioned to help the young blonde.

“Let Mommy show you first, honey,” Christine said, as if it had been her idea.

Molly felt something warm and wet engulf her clitoris and suddenly the building pleasure shot from amazing to un-fucking-real. Her mother battered Molly’s magic bean back and forth and she felt everything overwhelm her. Molly had been on the road. Almost to the end point. Now suddenly Molly blew past it to somewhere she hadn’t even been able to conceive.

Molly felt her whole body bear down. Especially her pussy on her Daddy’s cock. Suddenly the only thing she could do was clench her eyes shut and scream.

“Oh FFFUUUUUUUUCK! Fucking…. Daddy… YES!”

James and Christine both paused, amazed, and watched their daughter’s orgasm. The thing so intimate that not even a family was supposed to share it. The way she arched, straight stiff, and trembled. How her face went red, then purple. Her massive chest shaking like an earthquake. Her scream of ‘Daddy’ so loud it seemed to echo across the park.

James suddenly groaned. Molly felt something even bigger begin to build inside her. And all she could think was that she wanted it so bad. “Oh… OHFUCK!” Molly cried, “Mommy I think that Daddy’s about to…”

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Molly whined low like a cat and strained against her father.

“Oh DAAAAADDDDYYYYYY! Oh GOD! P… please!”

Christine pounced upward, knocking her daughter to the side and throwing James onto his back. Molly bounced on the grass, still cumming, little aftershocks ripping through her shaking. Shivering. She looked over and watched as her mother pinned her father, then jammed his cock right inside her snatch. The married couple found their rhythm immediately. Old habits. The two of them moved in a perfect unison. It was beautiful, Molly realized, their love. The way they seemed to respond to each other, anticipating every need. No wasted movement or stutter.

Yet Molly also couldn’t help but feel jealous watching her Daddy with another woman. That was Molly’s cum that her mother was taking. That was Molly’s seed. And the only thing that ached worse from watching it than her heart was her young, fertile womb.

Molly nearly cried in despair as her father stiffened. As her mother began to shake. James’ balls jerked upwards. He roared so loud, it almost frightened his youngest daughter.

Christine cried out. “Oh James. Honey. Fill me up! Ohhhhh give me it to ME!” The wife’s words collapsed with a squeak and a gasp. She let her head loll and her blonde, straight hair tickled the tops of the grass. James fell forward. His cock popped out red and sticky. Still dribbling slightly.

The three Campbells — mother, father, and daughter — fell onto their backs in the middle of the campsite. Stared up at the sky almost in shock. Gasping like they’d completed a marathon. Molly felt a cold reality wash over her. Post-orgasm rationality telling her that she’d just fucked her Dad. Watched while he did the same to her Mom. The three of them sharing something that could never be taken back.

“Oh God,” Christine moaned with the same sinking sound of conscience. She slowly sat up. Molly noticed a glob of her father’s sperm drip out of her Mom’s pussy and onto the dirt.

“Those pills,” James said, “Holy fuck, I mean…”

“Daddy?” Molly asked. Legitimately worried now.

“It’s OK,” Christine said, “That wasn’t us.”

James crawled over to his naked daughter and held her tight. Loving. But Molly also noticed he seemed to brush her massive tit as he wrapped himself around her. Almost like a little grope. And Molly found she more than didn’t mind it.

Christine dragged herself to the two of them and wrapped her arms around her family. The three of them all together now. Naked and sticky with cum and piss. Molly’s father’s flaccid penis lay wetly on her thigh. Her mother’s pussy oozed against her arm. A cool breeze tickled ominously at Molly’s arm hair.

“You took my virginity, Daddy,” Molly said, surprised at how vulnerable she sounded. “You almost knocked me up.”

“It’s OK,” Christine said, “It’s OK it’s OK it’s OK.” Like a mantra meant to convince herself.

“I know baby,” James said, “I’m sorry. There’s no excuse. I mean, in the moment it made so much sense and yet now I can’t even…”

“It’s OK Daddy,” Molly said.

“It’s OK it’s OK it’s OK,” Christine murmured.

“I think it’s over,” James said, “I think we got through it.”

“Yeah, me too,” Molly said, distant. Doing her best to ignore the slight burning sensation still roiling in her pussy.

*

Lexi and her brother stood in the middle of the path, staring at each other wordless. The siblings were completely naked. Soaked in each other’s pee. Lexi’s little breasts — her perky pink nipples — brushed against her brother’s chest hair. Austin’s cock (it looked even bigger than when Lexi had been staring before) rubbed against her thick, dark pubes. The distant roar of the waterfall echoed the earlier rush of piss they’d both produced.

Lexi was aware of all of it, but only in the back of her mind. Something was far more pressing in that moment.