A Loli's ENF Adventure/Sally/Week4/Cracks/Movie/Guide
Sally's senses were still dizzy with pleasure, but after Ryan's heavy arm draped across her chest following Ava's soothing leg rub, Sally was more than beside herself having her mom's digits come to rest atop her sensitive sex. Her frustration was readily apparent as her hand reached out for her mother's arm. She nearly grabbed it outright and shoved it away, but Sally caught herself long enough to reconsider. After a moment of thought - those thoughts spurred by dad's arm shifting over her chest as he felt up mom - she eventually resumed her forward reach. With a soft touch, she gently maneuvered her mother's wrist to avoid startling her. It was just enough to bring crossing fingers and puffy lips into harmonious alignment.
"Oh my god, that's perfect," she told herself as mom's middle finger came to rest along the length of Sally's slit. "But... how can I get her to play with me?"
It was an absurd idea, almost insane, and yet it had to be worth a try. Sally gripped her father's strong forearm as carefully as she could, pulling on it just enough to help steady herself, leaning back into her dad so that she could lift her bum ever so slightly. This allowed her to surreptitiously wiggle her pelvis, keeping her legs wide open as her baby bald crotch wiggled against her mom's hand.
The supple wet heat of the flesh beneath Ava's fingers, though small and immature, was familiar to her. Not in the sense that she recognized whose it was, but that she knew exactly what to do with it. And since she had only ever rubbed her own pussy before, it was quite natural to think - given how horny she was at least - that she was about to rub her own.
The subtle movement of the young cunt warming her fingers encouraged Ava's poised digits to act. She rubbed a lazy circle before pawing upwards on the squishy mound, spreading her daughter's smooth lips, and brusquely sinking a finger inside.
Sally's eyes shot open. She wasn't expecting that. She hadn't even been hoping for it. Getting her mom to touch her pussy felt like an insane fantasy unto itself. But being penetrated didn't seem possible. Yet here she was, legs spread, clutching her father, while mom worked a confident solitary digit through her virginity.
"Mmm... so tight for you, daddy."
That could have been Sally's thought had Ava not whispered it first. Either way, it was true.
"Wet too, I hope," he replied.
"I've been wetter."
"Hmm. We'll have to fix that."
Ryan fumbled with his wife's clothing until he grabbed a fistful of bare boob, pushing his way past her bra to pinch her bare nipple.
"Mmph, Ryan..."
Though Ava practically moaned his name, with Sally hanging off of his arm he took it as a warning. Ryan composed himself, albeit begrudgingly, pulling out of his wife's shirt and planting his hand on Sally's chest after noticing his daughter was squirming again. Sally's hand slid down Ryan's retracting arm until he stopped, at which point she squeezed the back of his hand looking for more leverage, unintentionally encouraging him to cup his palm over Sally's flat tween chest. Ava was still busy assaulting her husband's lips but toned down her own exuberance given Ryan's apparent self control. She subsequently pulled her finger free of "her" pussy and habitually dragged the wetness it had acquired up to a very needy clit.
Sally already wanted to moan so badly. Still caught in the glow of her orgasm, having her parents continuing to grope her was an intense experience. Particularly thanks to her mother, Ava abruptly homing in on Sally's clitoris with such skilled focus that Sally's knees wobbled and drifted closer together despite her efforts to keep them apart. But after a few seconds of pleasure lightning that shattered through her glow, she was able to tolerate this new level of intensity directly on her clit.
Still wanting to steady herself, Sally dropped her hands into her parents laps looking for something to brace against. But what she found in her father's lap made her gasp. Somehow a huge steely rod had pushed down the inside of Ryan's pant leg.
"I knew you wanted it," muttered Ryan, responding to the hand on his member while he was still pressed against Ava's mouth.
"Mmm. Not as much as you."
Sally's hand gripped and squeezed the suspicious object along her father's leg for longer than she should have needed before suspecting what it might be. In her defense, you have someone rub your clit and try to pay attention to anything else. It wasn't until Sally ran her hand down the rod's length, tracing its meaty shape and bulbous ridge, that she felt she knew the answer.
"You like it don't you?"
Sally nearly spoke up, immediately defensive and wanting to apologize for grabbing what she shouldn't have, and yet simultaneously wanting to scream yes to profess her adoration of her mother's clit-focused fingers.
"Mmm. Isn't it obvious? What I want to know - mmmm - is how badly you want this pussy?"
Sally couldn't help but think they were whispering about her. She let out a trembling breath and clenched her butt to push her pelvis higher into the air, truly stuck between her parents' passion.
"Mmyeah, so bad. All I can think about."
"I bet."
"Got those lips warmed up yet?"
"Mmhmm... ready for you to put it in."
Ava followed that up with its natural conclusion, thrusting back inside the tight hole beneath her fingers. Sally quietly whimpered from being penetrated again, firmly gripping the sheathed cock still in her hand. And Ryan, frustrated by so much direct teasing, lifted his hand to take hold of Ava's neck... but ended up squeezing his daughter's instead.
That was officially too much for Sally. With her father's powerful hand demonstrating his dominance by softly choking and holding her still, and mommy seemingly exploiting that by outright finger blasting her pussy, Sally lost herself in fantasy, convinced that they were the ones who tricked her and not the other way around. She wasn't supposed to watch the movie. She was supposed to cum, expected to cum, with Daddy making sure she stayed quiet so nobody else would know their family secret. So Sally played her part.
Leaning into her father's hand, closing her airway so she couldn't cry out, Sally gave in to her orgasm. She had a harder time staying still for her second climax, her right leg bouncing, bobbing, and trembling. She still fought to keep her left leg under control so mommy didn't stop fingering her, but she had to release her energy somewhere. She got some of it out by arching her back, some by tugging on daddy's big cock, and the rest by clenching her eyes tight as she squeaked a silent scream like the woman in the movie.
"Mmm... now I'm nice and wet..." cooed Ava, slipping her husband some tongue while her daughter spasmed and came around mommy's finger.
"Oh yeah. Don't stop now."
Ryan said this while noticing that his daughter was becoming more animated than ever. When he glanced down at her he finally recognized why. His wife was masturbating their 10-year-old girl, and it sure seemed like both of them were into it. Then he realized who he was choking and promptly released Sally's throat, tapping Ava's shoulder as Sally gulped air.
Sensing Ryan was stopping because of Sally, Ava pulled her hand back to her side. The last thing she wanted was to get caught pleasuring herself in front of her daughter. With Ryan having ended their kiss, Ava opened her eyes to find out what the commotion was about.
"What is it?" asked Ava in a rather daft display of ignorance. But Sally couldn't respond. She was mid-orgasm and catching her breath at the same time. Ryan could have provided some insight, but he felt it was best not to provide any information that didn't need to be shared.
"Are you okay pumpkin?"
"Mmm! Ahn! Ah--haah!" quivered Sally, sitting forward with a jerk. Ryan tried to help her by guiding her hips, but hands grabbing her jittery body only made her shudder. "N-no! I'm fine. P-promise. I... I just... I'll b-be right back..."
Pressing on her parents' knees, Sally rose from the couch on shaky legs. She shuffled away from the couch and stumbled out of the room while dabbing at her crotch and pressing on her nipples, glassy eyes and a stupefied smile on her flush face.
"Seems she couldn't take... the movie," posited Ryan.
"It serves her right," replied Ava, cuddling up to her husband as a muscular shirtless mountain man was shown on screen. "I don't know what she was thinking."
"You don't? I'm thinking that she enjoyed herself."
"Well she shouldn't have stuck it out so long. She's going to get all sorts of ideas now."
Ryan could only smirk. This was a big part of why he married her, but it still amazed him how often his wife could be so blissfully unaware of her surroundings. Even if she was blind on purpose, it sure made life a lot more fun. He felt conflicted about what had just happened to their daughter, but not enough to leave the couch. Instead he extended his arm around his wife with an amused sigh. "Welp, I gotta say... this movie is pretty great! We'll need to watch it again sometime." Pausing, he added, "You, uh... were also enjoying yourself just now, weren't you?"
"Mmmm," purred Ava, sucking her finger clean before putting her hands on her husband. "Sure was. But there's more where that came from."
Leaning just around the corner against the wall, their daughter slowly found her breath while listening in as Ryan and Ava continued to make out on the couch. Her mind was awash with chemicals and images and sensations, thoroughly overwhelmed and feeling embarrassed for showing so little shame at what she allowed to happen to herself. At the very least she needed a moment to collect herself, but she was already feeling lost and confused propped up against the wall like a teetering broom. Unsure of what precisely she should do with herself, all she knew for certain... was that she wanted more.