Chapter 4

Drake’s body went rigid, and a deep, animalistic groan was torn from his chest. He slammed into her one last time, burying himself to the root, and held. Maria felt the hot, pulsing rush of his release deep inside her, a flood joining what was already there. The sensation tipped her over the edge. Her cunt clenched around him as she climaxed, tipping over the edge.

He stayed there for a long moment, slumped over her, his weight heavy and warm. Then, slowly, he pulled out.

He turned and tucked his softening cock back into his trousers without bothering to fasten them.

Maria sagged against the island, spent, and trembling. Mark's hands gentled on her shoulders, rubbing softly. He looked over her head at his father as a silent communication passed between them.

Bella stepped out from where she was, her silk trousers smoothed perfectly. Her face was flushed, and her eyes bright. She walked to her husband, her hand coming to rest on his chest. She looked past him, at her daughter bent and used, and at the new wetness trickling down her inner thigh.

“Now,” Bella whispered, her voice thick with want. She turned her gaze up to Drake. “Now you take me.”

She took his hand, sticky with his daughter’s arousal, and placed it on the zip of her trousers. She turned to her son, who was standing there as if waiting for instructions. He was, though. “Fuck her while your dad fucks me.”

Maria looked up, her vision blurry, as Mark did what his mum asked him to. He couldn't refuse, not when he wanted so badly to sink into her pussy and push more cum inside her.

Behind him, their father was pushing their mother’s trousers down, his mouth on her neck.

Mark freed himself. He lifted her by the hips and settled her on the edge of the cold granite island. He stepped between her spread thighs, the head of his cock nudging at her sore, dripping entrance.

“Open,” he hissed, and she did.

He pushed inside her. The stretch was different this time, sore, tender, a raw ache that bloomed into a deep, full heat. Her body yielded, accepting him as Maria looked, by her right at their parents.

Drake had Bella bent over the same stretch of granite counter, just a few feet away. Her mother’s silk trousers were pooled around her ankles, her blouse pushed up to her shoulders. Drake’s hands were splayed on the small of her back, holding her down as he drove into her from behind, his thrusts powerful, and his bare ass clenching with each movement.

Bella’s face was turned toward them, her cheek pressed to the cold stone. Her eyes were open, watching her daughter being filled by her son. A serene, hungry smile played on her lips.

“See that?” Mark whispered, his mouth against Maria’s temple. “See how he takes her? That’s how he took you.”

Maria's cunt clenched around Mark's cock at his words.

“You like it,” he breathed, feeling her tighten. “Watching Daddy fuck Mum while I fuck you.”

She couldn’t deny it. A soft, broken sound escaped her.

Drake changed his angle and Bella cried out as her hand scrambled against the countertop, her fingers curling. “Yes, Drake. There. Right there.”

Mark's pace quickened. His hands tightened on Maria's thighs, and his fingers dug into her soft flesh. Each thrust pushed her back on the granite, her skin squeaking against the polished stone. The dual rhythms filled the kitchen, her brother’s faster, urgent pace; her father’s slower, deeper, measured pounding. They created a terrible, intoxicating music.

Maria’s breath came in short pants. Her focus shattered, split between feeling Mark sliding in and out of her sore, slippery cunt and the sight of her father’s cock glistening with her mother’s arousal as he ploughed into her pussy.

“Look at her face,' Mark urged, his voice strained. He was watching his mother, too. “Look how much she loves it.”

Bella’s eyes were glazed, her mouth slack. She was murmuring something, a continuous stream of filth and encouragement. “Use me, Drake. Fill me. Give me what you gave her.”

Drake groaned. He leaned over her, biting at her shoulder, his pace becoming erratic. “My wife,” he grunted. “My good, wicked wife.”

Mark was losing his rhythm. His thrusts became harder, less controlled. He was close. He pulled Maria’s hips harder against him, the impact jarring. “Touch yourself,” he commanded her, his voice rough. “Come with me. Watch them and come.”

Her hand moved between her legs, trembling. Her fingers found her clit, and she rubbed it. The touch was electric. Her back arched, and a silent cry left her lips. She kept her eyes open, fixed on her parents. At the moment, Drake’s body locked, and his thrusts became short as Bella’s body convulsed, and a shuddering climax took her as her husband emptied himself inside her.

The sight of her father’s release, and the raw sound of her mother’s pleasure, tipped Maria over the edge. Her orgasm ripped through her, and her cunt clamped down on Mark's cock in fierce, fluttering waves, milking him. He shouted, and drove into her one last time, holding deep as he pulsed inside her, adding his heat to the mess already there.

He slumped forward, his forehead against her collarbone, breathing hard.

Drake slowly pulled out of Bella. He stayed bent over her for a moment, his hands braced on the counter. Then he straightened, turning. His cock was still half-hard, and glistening. His eyes met Maria’s, and he didn’t look away. He watched as Mark's dick slid from her pussy.

A trickle of warmth traced its way down Maria’s inner thigh. She didn’t move to cover herself. There was no need for that, not after she had already gotten fucked by the men.

Bella pushed herself up. She turned, and leaned back against the counter, not bothering to pull up her trousers. Her eyes travelled from her husband, to her son, then to her daughter who was still splayed on the island, with her legs spread, and her pussy dripping.

“Beautiful,” she sighed.

She reached for Drake’s hand, brought it to her mouth, and licked his fingers clean off her wetness. Her eyes never left Maria. “All of you. So beautiful.”

THE END...