A Mother-Daughter Act update

Peter smiled at Lana, her eyes shining back at him as he knelt between her parted thighs. Lana knew things would never be the same after this. She thought fleetingly of pain, but all she had to do was look at his prick and the worry went away. She wanted it too badly to be afraid of a little hurting. 

Then Peter was lowering himself over her. Lori told her that she would guide his member into her. Holding himself up on his hands, Peter eased his body down until he was against Lana’s groin, Lori panting as she gripped him tightly. The latex sheath rubbed against Lana’s inner thigh, then brushed against her slit. She sighed loudly as she felt him parting the sensitive lips of her labia.

Peter felt the contact too, a heat leading him inside. He pushed slowly forward, hearing Lana cry out in a mingling of pain and awed pleasure as she felt him entering her, stretching her passage, transforming her from girl into woman. 

Lori stared in abject excitement as she watched Peter open her daughter up, his manhood spreading Lana’s pussy around it, ending her virginity more and more definitively. She knew, just from watching Peter slip inside of her, that Lana would take it all.

Lana’s little hands clutched at Peter’s body, her cries no longer pained, but joyously unbelieving as he continued pushing into her. His cockhead found her barrier. Lana’s eyes widened with worry and Peter smiled down at her reassuringly. Her hymen didn’t feel very substantial; more like a cobweb… appropriately enough. He could break through it easily. His muscles bunched and Peter drove into her with a sharp jerk of his hips, delivering a mercy killing to Lana’s virginity. She gasped, but there was hardly any pain; she wrapped her arms tightly around him more in relief than anything else, then started to moan in pleasure, feeling more of his cock entering her tight little cunt.

Then Peter was thrusting into her, giving her the long, slow strokes that Lana had only dreamt of before, that she had seen Lori taking so happily. Now she knew what they felt like. Now she knew how lucky her mother was and how lucky she was too.

Lori laughed, as if she knew her daughter was thinking of her in this special moment. With one hand, she was squeezing Peter’s bloated balls. Her other hand was at her crotch, rubbing her own pussy in sympathy with her delighted daughter. Lori heard their sweaty bodies meeting and she trembled, enjoying the knowledge that her little girl was well-fucked now, her long legs spread wide, she could see and hear how pleasurably her sweet Peter was fucking her beloved daughter.

Peter tried to take it slow, not give Lana more than she could handle, but his self-control didn’t stand a chance against Lana’s virgin-tight cunt and Lori’s fondling hand. He felt his cum storming up inside his balls, knew he couldn’t stop it, so he held Lana down and went into her hard and fast, fucking her like a woman until his cock jerked and he shot strongly into her cunt for the first time.

Peter smiled at Lori as he came in her daughter. She wouldn’t be getting much sleep from now on—Peter would be ramming it into Lana every night, her wild moans forcing Lori to either join in or wear earmuffs.

Not that Peter wouldn’t be cool about it. As Lana held him tightly, her sweaty breasts crushed against his chest, he could see an adoring gleam in her eyes, a worshiping thankfulness for his big cock and the relentless pleasure he had given her.

And why not? Lana was still ecstatic as she ground her soaked pussy around his manhood, twitching and trembling like he was still fucking her. That was how you made a conquest glad to be a conquest. You fucked them and fucked them until they couldn’t stop coming, ignoring their pleas no matter how greedily they begged for you to come inside them. Afterward, when their cunts were all purring and glowing from being used the way they were meant to be used, you didn’t let them forget who had done what to them. They were left as devoted as a kid’s first dog.

Lana was smiling thankfully, like it was over, but it wasn’t by a long shot. She wasn’t nearly grateful enough yet. That was the key to it, the first session. You left them with an experience so epic, they would do anything to have it again. It’d worked on Lori, though Peter paced himself with her now. If he gave her a fuck like that every night, her heart might give out.

Peter laid prostrate between Lana’s legs. Then she felt him move, the hairs on his chest brushing against her belly. He came up her body; she felt a pop as his cock came out of her sex. Peter worked the condom off his manhood and handed it to Lori—his excess seed spilled down onto Lana’s skin. Peter crawled closer and closer to her, dragging his cock up to her face. Lana had her eyes still closed in orgasmic pleasure. It was only when she smelled his huge, half-heard cock that she opened them, seeing his prick dangling in front of her face, the tip leaking cum onto her chest. She gasped.

“That… was inside me?”

Peter pushed his member onto her lower lip. It trembled under the weight of his knob. “You made a mess, girl. Clean it up.”

Lana smelled the pungent scent of his seed and felt its scummy moisture on her lip and it seemed so gross. Or was it? His cock dragged across her mouth until it opened, letting him in over her teeth and gums, all the way to her hot, wet tongue.

“Drink up,” Peter told her.

Lana found herself liking the taste as she sucked him clean, running her tongue over his foreskin. She could see that Lori was up-ending the condom over her open mouth, sharing in Peter’s taste as if the two of them were sipping wine in a toast. Peter groaned with happiness as he pressed his member into Lana’s throat, filling it until she gagged. Then he pulled out, leaving Lana tasting him deep in her throat and feeling his burning cum deep in her cunt. 

He lowered himself onto his back, Lana arranging herself on his chest, Lori hugging her warmly from behind and Peter too in the bargain.

“You’re wonderful,” Lana told Peter as he rubbed her side, her usual harsh tones nowhere to be found. “That was so amazing. I wish I had another cherry so you could take it too!”

“Who knows,” Peter said, patting her ass. “Maybe you do.”