Moth Yuri Threesome

//Moth FFF
//After the intro, change the [next] button to provide options if you're a herm. If you're just female, play this.

You press yourself against Dolores's front while Sylvia does the same to her back, squeezing her tightly between her " + player.mf("parents", "mothers") + ". Six hands are instantly all over her body, overloading her senses so much that all she can do is let out an incoherent moan that summons a blush to her face as soon as she realizes what she's done. You, however, are quite pleased with the effect you're having on her, and you get the impression that Sylvia feels the same.

When you step back to give her some room, she almost collapses, her entire body shivering from the [i: very] thorough treatment she just received. Maybe that was a bit much for this early; she's even surprised when you take her hand, her head whipping towards you as if you had snuck up on her.

[say: A-Ah, I... If you could just...] she starts, but Dolores doesn't seem to know what she wants, so she falters, unable to do anything but tremble there before you.

Gently so as to soothe her frazzled nerves, you lead her over to the bed and sit her down. She looks a bit [if (dolorescomforted) nervous|distressed], so you resolve to not stretch things out too long. The young moth is startled out of her momentary reverie when you join her on the bed, and her uncertain hands don't seem to know what to do, but you can help her with that. You guide two of them over to your [chest], making the girl blush and turn her head, [if (dolorescomforted) though you detect just the slightest probing squeeze from her six lovely fingers|but she doesn't seem eager to do anything more of her own will].

You want more, so you push her back gently but firmly. Surprised as she is, her hands stay in place, now gripping your chest tightly as you loom above her. When she notices, she starts to pull them back, but you give her no time to, instead hugging her tightly against you.

[say: [Father]... " + player.mf("D-Dad", "M-Mom") + "...] she pants out. Your poor daughter, you need to tend to her properly. You spread her legs and then slip under one, straddling her from above. Like this, your shivering sex hovers only inches from hers, achingly close. You're more than wet enough, [if (dolorescomforted) though you suspect that she's just as ready|even if she isn't].

Your [legs] tangle with [if (singleleg) her legs|hers] until you couldn't possibly be closer, and you're belatedly worried that you might be leaving someone out, but the sensation of a long, slow lick along your [vagina] quickly assuages that. It seems Sylvia is satisfied with how things are proceeding, so you happily dive in, your parched mouth finding Dolores's and not letting go.

In the meantime, two of Sylvia's hands find your [if (singleleg) hips|thighs]. You give your silent gratitude to the fact that her tongue is long enough to reach you easily even in a position like this as it begins its meandering path around your entrance. To better facilitate this, you shift your hips until they're aligned with Dolores's, allowing the older moth to more easily access the both of you and at the same time pressing your [clit] against your daughter's.

This causes her to gasp into your mouth, and it's only now that you realize you need to come up for air. Much as being parted might sadden you, you're now able to look upon your daughter's flushed face in all of its glory, her eyes closed and her skin hot to the touch. She's so beautiful like this, so innocent and enticing, and you would almost forget about everything else, if not for the tongue that now starts to tease at your entrance.

The slick appendage plays and flits about, its wondrous wetness driving you almost mad with pleasure, but your more steady stimulation comes from rubbing against Dolores. These titillating, exhilarating highs combined with the constant pressure from below soon have you panting for breath, but still you want more, your arms twisting around your daughter to claim every inch of her.

As lashing tongue and skin against skin steal every thought from your head, your hands mindlessly wander through their domain, enjoying the pert swell of your daughter's breasts, the nubile curve of her hips, the doll-like fragility of her arms. Before you know it, your lips have found hers again, [if (comforted) and this time, she reciprocates your kiss, her passion far less than yours, but more than enough to send you into a frenzy|and though they remain motionless, still as a corpse, you breathe life into them anyway, filling your daughter with your unbridled passion].

You're shivering, the air around you seems thick and muggy, and you can feel it coming, so fast now. You welcome it, thrust your hips against your daughter as she too cries out in bliss, Sylvia's probing tongue dealing her her final blow only a moment before it does the same to you. You shudder and hug Dolores as the orgasm crashes through you, making your [if (singleleg) body tremble|toes curl] and your breath come out in short pants.

Finally, your muscles clench one last time and then go limp, causing you to flop unceremoniously onto Dolores. If she minds, she's not in any position to complain about it, though you doubt you could move at the moment in any case. You try to focus on just breathing as Sylvia dutifully cleans the stray remnants of your mixed juices covering the spot where you're still joined. Dolores barely even reacts to the contact, tired as she is.

But despite how drained the two of you are, Sylvia is still raring to go. Having dealt with all of the mess, she now strokes your [if (singleleg) [if (isnaga) tail|lower back]|inner thigh] lightly, causing faint tingles to run through your body. Her smile looks utterly ravenous, a clear invitation to keep going, if you're so inclined.

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You give Sylvia a slight nod to indicate your intentions, but you'll still need to get the exhausted moth beneath you on board. She doesn't seem to notice the plans in motion, the arm draped over her face blocking her view of you, but she comes to attention quickly when she feels your [hand] on her cheek.

[say: Ah—! I mean, [i: I]... um... am grateful for the... that.] The young moth blushes, not even convincing herself that she didn't yelp. [say: However, I'm really quite tired, so if you don't mind—]

You kiss her. She struggles for but a moment before succumbing to your advances, her breath once again ragged when you pull back, a small strand of saliva still connecting your mouths. [say: Or, I suppose, if you want, that is...]

You take her hand and pull her up into an upright position, explaining to her that she hasn't done her due diligence. As her [father], you tell her, it's your duty to teach her about responsibility. She quickly understands what you mean when she glances over to the older moth-girl shivering with desire. Your daughter has no complaints, and [if (dolorescomforted) you even think she's a bit excited herself, judging by the perhaps unconscious hunger you see in her eyes|you're confident that she'll be quite amenable once you get started].

The bed doesn't quite have the space needed for what you have in mind, so you gently pull Dolores off it, her legs wobbling a bit when confronted with solid ground. You then lead her over to a nearby rug, Sylvia following you closely and drawing you into a brief kiss when you reach your destination.

You scarcely need a word before Sylvia catches on to what you have in mind, her ability to read your desires almost uncanny. The two of you help Dolores down to the ground before getting in position yourselves. Gesturing for your daughter to follow suit, you lay on your side and slide close enough that you can rest your head in between Sylvia's thighs. She in turn pulls your daughter towards you so that the three of you lie in a triangle, each paired with a different partner to please.

Dolores blushes but doesn't look away, so you turn your attention to the older moth, eager to get started. Sylvia's thighs are so soft that you would almost consider falling asleep here if not for the irresistible prize right in front of you. You lean forward and take in her scent, relishing in the anticipation of what's to come.

As you're in the midst of enjoying her aroma, you hear a shocked [say: Eep!] from behind you, and you can only assume that Sylvia has started her own ministrations. And in due time, you feel a tentative hand touch your [skindesc], still filled with youthful uncertainty. You invitingly [if (singleleg) shift your body|spread your legs], and this seems to give Dolores the confidence to move forward, her head coming to rest [if (singleleg) right where it should|in a similar position to yours].

When the first hesitant lick contacts your lips, you shudder with delight. She evidently takes this as a sign to go further, her long tongue beginning to lavish your mons in slow, shuddering laps. But you want more, need more, so you give her head a slight squeeze with your [if (singleg) [if (isgoo) gooey mass|tail]|thighs]. She seems to get the hint, pushing past her nervous hesitation and piercing your depths with her probing proboscis. The sensation of her reaching so deep inside you quickly has you moaning, and her hands proceed to move to all the right places, stroking and caressing you in the most wondrous way.

Now that that's settled, you return your attentions to Sylvia. She was graciously patient while you got yourself situated, so you return her generosity as best you can, using everything you know about her body to drive her wild with pleasure. Her sweet taste fills you, nourishes you, almost overwhelms you. But still, you press on, lapping up the copious amounts of juice that spill from her with relish.

The three of you are now linked together in a lurid wheel, waves of pleasure coursing through you in a constantly amplifying pulse. Each action, each tender, thoughtless touch creates a shiver that spreads and multiplies in force through your daughter and your lover, to return back to you a thousandfold.

And what surprises you the most is how [if (dolorescomforted) passionately|dutifully] Dolores tends to you. A reluctant partner at the best of times, Dolores is now sucking, licking, and stroking you as best she can, perhaps driven on by [if (dolorescomforted) the sensual atmosphere|a sense of obligation]. Whatever the case may be, she certainly knows what to do, as you're reminded every time she finds your [clit].

An odd thumping sound briefly breaks your concentration, so you crane your neck to see what it is. You discover that Dolores's wings are out and banging against a nearby cabinet, instinctively flexing as she loses herself to the moment. But she still doesn't let up for a single second, and a warm feeling blossoms in your chest. However, a needy squeeze from Sylvia's thighs reminds you of where you're needed at the moment, so you quickly get back to it.

You feel your second high approaching, but you stave off the tempting release—you still have work to do. Now pressed for time, you ramp up the pace, thrusting your tongue into Sylvia's depths with wild abandon. It no longer matters to you that your body is screaming for you to let go, all that you care about is delivering your lover over the edge.

Her legs suddenly clamp around your head like a vice, and soon after you hear a loud moan even through this thick muffling. Just as expected, this moan travels onward through your link, reaching your daughter, whose lovely squeaking and trembling is more than enough to send you over the edge as well. Your muscles tense reflexively and your fingers dig into Sylvia's skin, every rational though fleeing your mind.

As your climax sweeps through you, you feel a connection beyond the physical, as if all of you are sharing this heavenly sensation together with one mind and one body. This embrace might not be the most conventional expression of familial love, but it feels all the more intimate as a result. You're closer to your lover and daughter than most others can claim, as the lingering tingles that run up and down your limbs can attest.

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Your soft, warm pillow comforts you well as you come down from that mind-shattering experience. You're dimly aware of both of the moths in much the same state as you, but the world feels very far away right now, and for the moment, you're content to just rest here.

When you regain your faculties, you become aware of a faint sucking sound, accompanied by some light whimpering from your daughter. She must be cleaning up, you realize. You turn to Sylvia's mound and perform a similar service, causing the moth-girl to let out a light giggle. After everything is taken care of, you gently shift your [legs] and free yourself, only to find Dolores breathing steadily, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly parted.

Perhaps that was too much for her, but [if (dolorescomforted) she seemed to enjoy herself just as much as you two|you don't regret a second of it]. You rise and tenderly take the young moth into your arms.
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