Unspoken Pleasure

Molly didn't say anything. She just gasped and gulped hard. Air was really in demand in the moment. Talking and fucking was simply too much to ask.

"Your father," Amber continued. Whispering. Her breath tickled at Molly's ear. Intensifying the feelings in her pussy. "Your Daddy. His cock is in you right now. Isn't it?" "N-no," Molly said. That would be wrong. It would be incest. If her father was fucking her. If she was enjoying it. Begging for his hard cock to pound out her release. "It's OK," Amber said, "It's just you and me. How does Daddy's cock feel in his daughter's tiny pussy?"

Molly let her head loll. She panted. Her father's pace only quickening.

"You've got a hot little body," Amber kept whispering. "Those massive tits. I bet your hips were just made for pushing out babies. Is that what your Daddy is doing? Putting his baby in you?" "Oh God," Molly groaned.

"You're doing such a good job, baby girl," Amber said. She stroked her hand lightly down Molly's warm cheek. Looked her straight in the eye. "Taking your Daddy's cock in that sweet, young cunt."

"I'm sorry," Molly gasped. She felt a tear leak out of the corner of her eye and drip down her cheek. Right where Amber had just stroked her. She'd tried to be strong. But standing in the lake surrounded by her Dad's strong arms. Feeling his hardness against her body. Her bottom. It had been too much.

Her father was moving more steadily. An urgent pounding at the door to her womb. Molly was his plaything now, she knew. She'd do anything for his pleasure. And she didn't care that some strange college girl was standing there, watching. Urging them on, in fact.

"I'm so..." Amber dragged the word out. Disgusted? Ashamed? "Jealous."

Molly looked and saw that Amber had her hand jammed down the blue-white striped bottoms of her bikinis. Stroking her fingers back and forth with abandon. She rested her other arm on Molly's shoulder. As if forming a circuit. "Ah!" Molly gasped. Her father's cock hitched, and another orgasm rolled over her. Her eyes cinched shut and she felt her face grow hot. When she could see again, Amber's top was completely gone. Her breasts, little brown nipples with almost no shape behind them, were jiggling. Amber was using both hands now. Bottoms drifting off in the lake water.

All pretense was gone. James drew back in his daughter's quim. One pump. Two.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

"Oh... OHfuck," Molly cried, and another orgasm shot through her.

"He's close," Amber gasped, "I can see it. He's going to fill... Fill his baby girl with his cum."

"Oh God," Molly said. She looked over at the bony blonde. "I can't. I mean, I'm not..."

Amber's eyes went wide. She reared back, pointed her chest to sky, and shrieked in ecstasy. Molly suddenly felt her pussy go empty. A warm splatter hit her back. Another. Her Dad groaning and shaking behind her. Impossibly, Molly felt her own empty puss quiver as her orgasm rolled through her. A sad, shadowy echo of what could have been had her father only filled her with his fertility.

Another warm splat on her back. Molly looked up right as a thick white glob hit Amber's chest. Right on her brown nipple.

"Ahhh... That's my girl," James said and squeezed his daughter's shoulder. Amber reached down and scooped the sperm off her chest. She took a taste and giggled.

"That was fun," the college girl said. She leaned in and whispered one last time in Molly's ear. "Thanks."

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Molly turned and found her father waiting for her. He hugged his youngest daughter close.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said, his voice still thin, post-orgasm, "I had to. I couldn't... Couldn't stop myself"

Molly looked up at her father and smiled. A sad, scared little thing. In the moment it had felt so right. So inevitable. Now she could only reel at what they'd done. She needed to talk to Amber. Beg her to be silent about what she'd seen. But when Molly turned around, she found that the blonde college girl had already grabbed her suit and waded the way back to her friends.

*

Lexi did her best to race to shore. Her ankle wasn't too bad. It was her aching, traitorous pussy that was the problem. Behind her, three attractive college kids were talking to her father and younger sister. She could hear the five of them chatting, but she couldn't tell exactly what they were saying. Couldn't risk stopping to find out, either. Lexi just kept sluicing through the icy water as fast as she could.

Being in the lake with her father and sister -- their warm bodies pressed against hers -- Lexi had felt her desire already beginning to bubble under the surface. Then those other kids had shown up and suddenly it was like adding vinegar to her science project baking soda volcano. All sorts of things started spewing out of her. Only one little sliver of sanity had kept Lexi running away from the teens rather than toward them.

Just like that, Lexi saw the entire disaster play out in front of her. The nightmare that her mother had described. Being out of control with people she very much needed to be in control around. Fucking her brother, her Dad, suddenly felt very safe and normal next to what could happen with these strangers.

Finally, the tall, thin brunette made it to the lakeshore. As soon as she hit dry ground, Lexi fell forward, unable to go any further. She'd pushed herself too far, and now her ankle felt like it was locked in place. Held down by pain.

On all fours, Lexi glanced behind her. Her father, sister, and the three college kids were all still talking, lost in their own babble. She felt like an animal, hunted. Yet at the same time, desperate to be caught. That was Lexi's largest problem: Lexi, herself.

She knew she needed to get away, somewhere she couldn't be found. The campsite was close, but not nearly enough. Lexi looked around, frantically. There were some reeds nearby, tall and thick enough to conceal her from view. Quickly, left leg cocked in the air, Lexi crawled across the sand until she was directly behind the reeds. Now she could see the lake, easily, but someone would have to come right up through the plants to find her. She spied her assailants once again. There was her father, cuddling Molly close. They were talking to the skinny blonde. Lexi couldn't see the other two but had to assume they were still there.

Lexi settled back on the sand, finally feeling calm. But her relaxation only lead to the other feelings fully taking over. The need. The desire. Despite the all-you-can-eat-buffet she'd been feasting on, Lexi found herself sex starved once again. Whatever the equivalent of hangry was for horny. She was feeling that.

It was totally irrational. There was no way to connect all the dots and draw a picture that made any sense at all. Just the sight of some teens and Lexi needed to rub one out like her fucking cunt was on fire? But the athletic brunette couldn't bother with logic. She was too busy ripping off her bikini bottoms and jamming her hand in her warm, dripping...

The thought came to Lexi unbidden. But she couldn't deny the truth of it. God, I need a boy so bad. "Hey."

Lexi looked up. Her face went hot. The redheaded guy was standing over her, a half-smile danced across his face. He looked to be about her age. Broad shoulders and trim, muscular chest. Not nearly as well-defined as Austin, but still good looking in his own way.

Wow -- I guess I should wish for a million bucks while I'm at it.

"I'm Cole," The boy said. Then he kept talking, like this wasn't at all embarrassing or strange. As if Lexi's hand wasn't busy between her legs, stroking her snatch. "Your Dad said you'd hurt your ankle. I came over to see if you were OK." Lexi sat there dumbly. But her mind split in two, like the crowd at a college basketball game. One side pleading, 'Not now. Not now. Not now.' The other bleachers chanting just as loudly, 'Now! Now! Now!' And Lexi knew which side was winning.