A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week3/Matchmaker/Crop/Daddy/Alone/Massage/Return
Unjustly stranded in the hallway, Sally, deep in thought, tried to think of a clever way that she might be able to weasel her way back inside her parents' bedroom. The faint sounds of individual hushed words could be made out, along with a chuckle or two from daddy, but it didn't sound at all like the banter Sally had heard a week ago. Listening in was enticing, and she even gave them a few minutes for it to get good, waiting for something more interesting to come of it, but Sally grew impatient. She had just been in there with them! Squirming outside was not good enough. How could she get back inside?
The determined, conniving girl paced the upstairs hallway and thought up all sorts of ways she might be able to draw their attention, like dropping something big and loud, blowing candle smoke under the door, or even flipping an electrical breaker. All of those had some chance of getting them to open up, but that wouldn't get Sally inside, it would bring her parents out. Sally couldn't help but consider outright peeking on them, but that was sure to get her grounded if they noticed her. She also considered knocking on their door and politely asking that they give her the massage that she was now owed, as entitled as that would sound, but she would likely just be told to wait longer.
Sally was struggling to come up with something. It was a lot of pressure on short notice. She had no idea how long they would be in there and no guarantee that she'd get to see anything by the time they were done. She wandered into Devin's room looking around for inspiration but came up blank. She checked her own room as well, almost certain there was nothing useful in there. But her best option yet presented itself when she spied her hand-me-down cell phone on her dresser. She raced out of her room with a smile on her face, so proud of herself for her latest scheme.
Like a perverse treasure hunt, Sally shot from room to room on the main floor. She wasn't sure if the prize that she seeked was even down there, but she nearly cried out with glee when she spotted it; Mom had left her phone to charge next to the back door.
It wasn't just as simple as claiming her prize and winning the day. She could still come in second place here. She peeked at the lock screen to see if there were any notifications. There were, but the most recent was from 20 minutes prior. If mom called her bluff that would make Sally look pretty guilty. But it was her best shot. She had to try.
Sally crept halfway up the stairs, running her little plan through her mind and working up her courage.
"Hey, mom...? Mom? MOM!?!"
"Ye-AH-es, dear! What?!" cried Ava.
"Your phone just beeped!"
"Oh- GAWD!" screamed Ava. "OH-KAY! Thank you sweetie! You can jus-"
Sally was already barging into the room hoping to catch them in the act. It wasn't an elegant plan, but if they weren't doing anything yet then Sally figured she could lean on them to let her stay a little longer at the very worst.
"Here you-! Oh..."
"S-SAH-lly!" scolded Ava, but there was a long pause as she processed what was happening.
From Sally's perspective mommy was just sitting on top of daddy rubbing oil into his chest. What she couldn't see was Ryan's cock sliding in and out of Ava. But Ava sat up straight and slammed her butt down as soon as the door opened, taking every inch of her husband's cock inside her, buried to the hilt, and she grunted to help contain herself, turning her head away and holding back a moan. Her robe, although shorter than her fluffy one, was still plenty long enough to hide the fact that she had discarded her panties before mounting her husband, with just enough material to conceal the carnal act the couple were engaged in.
Disappointment washed over Sally as she strode into the room, but she did her best to feign her innocence. Flopping forward onto the bed, her bottom half hanging off the edge, she bobbed her mom's phone in the air. "I didn't check who it was or anything... Is it going to be my turn soon?" whined Sally, her shoulders slumping, head cocking to one side.
"Hrmm! Yeah, soon... maybe..." Ryan offered, rubbing his wife's legs as he studied her expression.
Initially distraught, once Ava realized that Sally hadn't seen anything, the matron of the house lowered her tone not wanting to let on to what they were in the middle of, and with no interest in collecting her phone from Sally. "No. Your father and I are... w-we aren't finished yet."
Ryan also recognized that they appeared to be safe for the moment, albeit teetering on the edge. But with a lifetime hobby of harassing his wife, he of course wanted to tease Ava about their laughable predicament, and he literally could not wait to do it. What a fabulous opportunity he had to make Ava squirm. He grabbed her hips and wiggled his wife, twisting her atop his cock. "Well dear? How close are you to finishing?" he asked, a smirk growing rapidly.
"Not that close," Ava warned, shaking her head at his immaturity.
"Can I help?" asked Sally. "I hardly got to do anything at all and you're SO slow!"
"No, you can help by lea-EeE!"
Ryan managed to disrupt his wife's train of thought by quickly flexing his glutes and bucking his cock upwards sharply against her cervix. Ava winced and grunted, slowly opening her eyes to glare at her husband. Ryan smugly ignored Ava and turned to his daughter.
"Your mother just likes to take her time, pummm-hmm...pkin." Ryan nearly swallowed his tongue as he felt his wife slide halfway up his cock shaft, clench her pussy tight, then sink back down onto him, choking his chicken with her beaver. He groaned, trying to come off as needing to clear his throat.
"No, I don't like being interrupted," she corrected, pleased she got him back and repositioned herself atop her husband.
"Well then maybe you should keep going," he grinned, rolling her thighs back and forth just enough to get some more action on his cock, Ava's labia slipping and stretching around the base of his shaft. While it was true that Ava hated getting interrupted, it was all made much worse with Ryan pushing her pelvis back and forth over his dick. That continued stimulation made it hard for her to not pick up right where they had left off, bouncing on his rod like a pogo stick.
"Yeah, mom, you can't stop now!" agreed Sally, trying to look past how kooky her parents were sometimes.
"This is not helping..." replied Ava, her eyes closing, making it unclear who she was even addressing. Sally tried to use her best puppy dog eyes on her mom, but it was only her father who saw them.
"But I want to help, mommy! Why can't I?"
"Yeah, mommy, why can't Sally help?" mocked Ryan in a mopey, sulking voice. He had bent his knees just enough to let him sink his pelvis into the mattress so he could push upward into Ava by all of an inch. But paired with the rolling of Ava's hips, he was swiftly turning his guided grinding session into a steady surreptitious fuck beneath Ava's robe. "If you let her do something then you can just... ride this thing out, right? Give her something small so you can take the big stuff."
"Unh... Ryan..." Ava protested, just short of moaning.
"Are you still stiff? I know I am..." he smirked. "Maybe you could use another back rub? You're so needy mommy... before I'm even done?"
Ryan loved this. He didn't actually care if Sally stayed or not. He didn't necessarily want her there, but he was certain that Ava would kick out their daughter again so he didn't put any effort into that endeavor. His sole focus was on pushing his partner's buttons for his own amusement. While the opportunity lasted, he was going to push his wife as far as he could, same as he always did.
"Ryan... mmph... you r-really..."
"Yeah, you really do need my help, mom! Daddy would be done by now if I was the one doing him! Have you even touched daddy's arms yet?" complained Sally, running her hand over Ryan's sweaty and flexed bicep as he slowly pulled at Ava's hips and pried at her ass, as if comfortingly rubbing her sides.
"Sally, I... I d-don't need your help wuh-with..."
"I know, but I really do want to help," insisted Sally, already crawling past her mother on the bed to retrieve the bottle of massage oil. "I can be fast! I'm just going to do Daddy's arms! You can still do whatever else you want!"
"See, honey," taunted Ryan, squeezing Ava's hips. "You have her permission to do whatever you want. Is this not what you want?" he noted with a pair of heavier upward thrusts that he played off to Sally as getting comfortable. "However fast or slow you need to, just keep it going nice and steady and then we'll get it done."
"Yeah! Daddy knows!" replied Sally, kneeling beside her father and flipping the cap of the bottle.
"We're not doing - ugn - any more than... you know, just until... S-Sally is done. That's all."
Ryan finally caught his wife's eye. She was reluctant, but willing. They explored each other's minds with their gaze, searching for understanding if not just common ground. He was surprised she was even entertaining such a thing as he hadn't been. Ryan admitted to himself that he found it incredibly hot to be gently fucking right under someone's nose. That "someone" should in no way be their daughter, but he was too horny to put much consideration into that. Seemed Ava was at about the same place.
"No, no more. Just this," he agreed, flexing himself deeper into his wife as he continued to roll her hips.
"Okay, just your arms," Sally agreed, already happily rubbing Ryan's left bicep.
Through all of their teasing and toying with each other, it was astounding that Sally seemed none the wiser. The fact they had already managed to get away with their clandestine act of love making for this long was what sold Ava on keeping it going. The last thing she wanted was for her daughter to bear witness to them fucking each other, so hiding it was better than not. But when Ryan got tenacious she always found it hard to say no. Ryan was in agreement with her for the most part about protecting their daughter. The "less" part was that Ryan loved humiliating Ava, so that tended to take precedence. Her flush face and shameful expression alone had kept him rock hard ever since Sally entered the room.
Sally meanwhile wasn't completely clueless. Once her parents stopped talking so much, and Ava's wiggling became more rhythmic and deliberate as she took more control from Ryan, that's when mommy's aura of annoyance finally subsided and the sexual tension in the room shot up. Sally caught on quickly enough from there. She wasn't absolutely positive what they were doing - she was certain girls had to lay down to have sex - but even just the idea of mommy sitting where she was, potentially squishing daddy's junk, amused her to no end and she was sure that she wanted to stick around for as long as she could.
It essentially turned into a game of chicken, Sally trying to wait out her parents with Ryan and Ava trying to outlast their daughter. Sally methodically traversed one of Ryan's arms, pulling it out to the side (which finally forced Ava to gyrate her own hips), rotating it every which way, and lubing him up gratuitously, putting on more and more oil as an excuse to continue rubbing him.
"That's an awful lot of massage oil, pumpkin," something Ryan was forced to admit after a time, the liquid dribbling down the underside of his arm and dripping onto the bed.
Sally shrugged, trying to act daft. It was clearly too much, but she hadn't been focused on that part, so she didn't need to do a lot of convincing that she hadn't considered it. "Yeah? I guess so. It's only my second time, but... you can give it back to me! It's my turn next, right?"
Rising high onto her knees, Sally scooped some of the oil from her daddy's arm and quickly spread it down her slim, boxy side and onto her thigh. She was tickled by her idea, and stuck out her hip as she looked down to show off the reflective strip that she had just added to her body. Then she grabbed daddy's wrist and planted his hand in the center of her chest. Ryan was happy to assist with this and smeared his forearm against her body, rolling his arm around, flopping his hand like the end of a brush and painting her like a giggly canvas, quickly making her fair skin and small torso shimmer.
The sincere joy on Sally's face as Ryan glazed their daughter's nude body was something Ava found both darling and arousing. Ava tried to tell herself that there was nothing inappropriate about a father rubbing oil or lotion or most anything else onto his own daughter, but she was still getting turned on watching Sally's already unseemly nudity escalate into something borderline pornographic, all greased up and pushing her chest out while a man groped her pubescent, virginal figure. Neither father nor daughter appeared to think much of it though, so Ava didn't feel like it was her place to stop it, especially given the throbbing glass house she was sitting on top of at that moment. So she merely watched, but with great interest.
Precocious little Sally took things one step further though. After daddy had paid some careful attention to her chest, palming each of her nonexistent boobs diligently, she wrapped her arms around her father's limb, pinning his arm against her body. She then pushed herself into him and shimmied her hips from side to side, grinding her chest against his hand, her stomach into his forearm, and her pronounced mound against his elbow. The two of them laughed at first, but Sally's giggle got naughtier the longer she did it. And when she rolled her pelvis forward and pushed her daddy's arm lower, she reached all new levels of naughty. It was still a playful, 10-year-old-being-silly kind of naughty, but her mother was forced to say something.
"Sally..." Ava warned, breathily. Sally let go right away, ready to be scolded and knowing she likely deserved it. But riding Ryan's cock, the most Ava could muster was, "Your father... has two arms."
"I know, I know," Sally replied, rolling her eyes rather than counting her blessings.
The partially slickened girl repositioned her daddy's arm next to her on the bed then curiously proceeded to straddle it. She apparently did this to get it out of her way, shuffling forward over top of it until one of her knees saddled up under Ryan's armpit and the other next to his head. Sally squirted yet another glob of oil into her hand before reaching across her father's chest to oil up his other arm from the far side of his body. She did this more slowly than before, knowing she needed to make this arm last a lot longer, and barely crept along his arm in an unknowingly sensual way.
For how innocent her intentions were, a desire only to continue with her task, it was a downright lascivious display from the Sorenson's little girl. Ava took in her daughter's small, elongated form from above, Sally's bum clenching and shifting to better support her as she worked, the onerous stretch revealing the curves in her hips and waist that she had yet to start to develop. Ryan had a similar view from below, but with a pair of shiny, smooth, slick, immature pussy lips hovering in front of his face, not to mention Sally's compact pelvis and sucked in stomach and other fair young features all highlighted by the reflective oil. The gentle undulations she made as she rubbed his arm, pulling back to go over the same spot over and over, brought her bum to sway and her hair to bob. One of her knees periodically rose from the bed, incidentally opening her crotch wider for her father as she struggled to press hard against daddy's thick, firm muscle.
Uncomfortable with all this, Ava placed a hand on Sally's back, thinking she would finally give her daughter a pat and excuse her from the room. But touching her daughter's impossibly soft skin while Ryan slowly pistoned down below instantly made Ava wetter. So instead of patting her, Ava ran her fingers up the center of Sally's slender back, sneaking under her hair to the base of her neck, then all the way back down to her daughter's backside. Ava's hand slipped over Sally's waist, rounded Sally's hip, and glided onto her ass, moving from one cheek to the other with a bit of lag, before roaming up Sally's torso again. Her daughter softly giggled under mommy's touch and glanced up at her with a silly expression, but Ryan was now the one watching with interest.
"You... you're a good girl, Sally. Such a good girl..."
Sally felt a bit guilty hearing that from mom, although it was her mom's guilt that prompted it. She didn't think she'd been a good girl at all, trying to manipulate her parents and barging in on them and whatnot, but she just smiled under her mother's loving touch and tried to focus on daddy's arm.
Daddy, now all but invited to touch Sally himself, bent his free arm, the one Sally was straddling, and lifted his own hand to Sally's backside. He started at her thigh, gripping the back of Sally's right leg upside down, his thumb on her inner thigh, and calmly stroked her skinny leg. That was the leg that had already been leaving the mattress as she stretched, and as he pushed sideways towards her knee he lifted it even higher, shamefully eyeing his cute pumpkin's pussy lips split apart ever so slightly. Whereas Ava's had been a dry rub along their daughter's back, Ryan's looked to be quite wet.
Ava meanwhile continued to touch Sally from above, rubbing across her lower back, exploring from her scant waist up to her dainty neck. Unwanted thoughts crept through her mind, such as leaning forward and kissing her little girl's flawless little back right between her shoulder blades, then down along her spine. But they were just thoughts; horny intrusive thoughts. Ava's hips had quickened and she only just caught it, struggling to slow herself to the steady, harmless pace she and Ryan had agreed to.
Daddy's harmless rubbing took a sharp turn then when he rubbed up onto Sally's bum. With his thumb pointing inward, it pressed into the side of Sally's vulva when his ascending hand cupped her right ass cheek, and it slipped fully between her puffy lips when he moved to the other cheek. Ryan hardly noticed, failing to appreciate how small his daughter's backside truly was. His slick thumb quickly slipped through the length of her vulva and up over her asshole as he effortlessly rotated his hand to give Sally's butt a more "supportive" squeeze.
What her father happened to miss, his oiled thumb smoothly transitioning from one rounded bit of flesh to another, Sally felt through her whole body. She drew in a short gasp, shocked that either of her parents would touch her in that way. She reasoned it was just an accident, but she couldn't say, since they both seemed to be touching her in ways they never had before.
Sally couldn't really pretend to be massaging any longer. Not only was her father's other arm fully slickened, but she was too distracted by her parents to focus on much of anything. She was almost trapped there, stuck holding onto daddy's arm after having overstretched herself and unable to grip anything with oily fingers. She could only push her butt into daddy's hand while mommy made it worse by pressing down on her back and pointing her bum suggestively into the air. She couldn't fully grasp why both of her parents were touching her naked body while her mother writhed atop her father's lap, but she obediently remained in place.
Was this supposed to be her massage?
Once the silence dragged on for too long, Ava and Ryan came to their senses. Ava slowed her hips to a stop, thanked Sally for bringing the phone, and asked her to go outside once again.
Sally sheepishly left as before, then pressed herself against the door as the sounds of labored panting and wet heavy slaps immediately filled the air. Sally turned her head and brought her ear to the filthy sounds, followed by her fingers between her legs, humping her hand and rubbing excess massage oil through her crotch.
"God, am I hard. You - ugh - look so fucking hot right now..."
"Ryan... Ahn! Wh-wha... what did..."
"You're such a beautiful... horny... fucking milf, aren't you?"
"Mhmm..."
"My... horny... slut..."
"Awww... YES! Fucking give it to me, Ryan!"
"Yeah, you fucking take it you whore! Say my name!"
"Yes, Ryan, Yes! Make me cum, Ryan!"
"Make me cum..." copied Sally, quietly repeating her mom's screams.
"Uhn! Ngh! Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Ava chanted before cumming with a powerful scream.
There were some moans that followed, but all was comparatively silent as Sally remained propped up against her parent's bedroom door, slicking herself. It was a minute or two later when she managed to catch the next words, suddenly much louder.
"...just a massage?"
"Shut up, you..."
Sally, still standing there touching herself, nearly fell into the room when the door was unexpectedly opened. She stumbled but caught her balance, standing stiffly as a red faced mother shared a look with her red faced daughter.
"Ar-are you... done now?" asked Sally.
"...no," admitted Ava, adjusting her robe and unable to hold her daughter's gaze. "I left my... something of mine in the other bathroom." She took half a step forward then paused to ask, "You're not actually going to... wait out here, are you?"
Sally could only shrug. "I guess." It was a weird place to wait for them, but it almost sounded like an invitation.
Ava gave a disapproving look but didn't reply. She just stepped around Sally and returned a moment later holding a long smooth cylinder tightly in her hands. Sally saw that Daddy was sitting on the bed, although hiding behind a pillow to cover himself. Neither of her parents said anything more, Ava stealing one final glance of her preteen's lithe, shimmering, lewd little body before closing the door.