The envelope was thick too thick for spam, too crisp for bills. April traced the embossed seal with her thumb as she kicked the front door shut behind her, her arms still aching from hauling grocery bags. The paper smelled faintly of bergamot and something darker, like the inside of an antique drawer. Her mother’s voice floated from the kitchen: "If that’s another petition, tell them we’re atheists."
April slit the envelope with her house key. The invitation slipped out, creamy and heavy, the ink so deep black it looked wet. Mayor Donovan’s 50th birthday. Formal attire. Her mother snatched it from the counter. "How come we never been invited to other ones?" she asked, flipping it like a playing card. Her father laughed from the couch, beer sweating in his grip. "Because we weren't rich. Now he's gonna kiss ass for re-election." His grin curled around his can.
The Sunday night of the party, they turned up her dad in a black suit so sharp it seemed to cut the air, her mother in white silk that clung to her hips like a second skin. April matched in a shorter version, the dress slit riding high enough to feel dangerous. She kept pressing her thighs together, the fabric whispering against her skin with each step. The valet's eyes skipped over her legs before he coughed into his glove.
Inside, crystal chandeliers dripped light onto polished marble. The mayor’s laugh boomed from across the room rich, practiced, bouncing off champagne flutes. April saw her father lean close to her mother’s ear, his fingers grazing the small of her back. "See?" he murmured, breath warm with whiskey. "He’s kissing ass already." She followed his gaze Mayor Donovan bent at the waist to clasp the hands of some silver-haired banker, laughter too loud, grip too tight. Her mother smirked and squeezed his forearm.
Time blurred. Plates vanished, replaced by fresh ones. Glasses filled and emptied. April lost count of the times someone bumped against her hip in the crowd, their heat lingering. Once, she caught the mayor’s eyes they flicked from her face to her exposed collarbone, then away his smile never slipping. By ten, the guests thinned like mist. Waiters cleared trays with silent precision.
Her father slumped in a brocade armchair, head tilted back, mouth slightly open. His tie draped over his shoulder like a dead snake. Her mother knelt beside him, fingers brushing his cheek too light to wake him, but firm enough to leave a trail. "He’s drooling," she murmured, thumb smearing the damp corner of his lip. The mayor loomed suddenly, "No need to rush," he said, voice thick with port.
April felt the heat of his palm before she registered the grip broad fingers digging into the curve of her ass through the silk. Her mother gasped, but it wasn’t protest. The mayor’s other hand found *her* hip, pulling both women against him, their bodies bracketing his. "Sure there are ways we can keep each other entertained," he murmured.
April’s pulse hammered against her ribs, her thighs damp where they pressed against his suit. She blinked slow, deliberate and watched her mother’s tongue dart out to wet her lips. A silent signal. April exhaled sharply and curled her fingers into the mayor’s tie, twisting until his throat bobbed. "Lead the way, Mr. Mayor," she whispered, tugging him toward the hallway. His laugh was ragged now, stripped of its polish.
Once in the bedroom, his jacket crumpled to the floor, followed by his shirt. The fabric hissed like steam against hardwood. His chest was softer than she’d imagined, tufted with silver hair that caught the dim light. His belt buckle clinked tinny, cheap as her mother knelt to undo it. April traced the ridge of his collarbone with her teeth. His breath smelled of cigars and the metallic tang of adrenaline.
Her mother got his pants off in one sharp tug, the fabric pooling around his ankles with a sound like wet leaves. She pushed him back onto the bed propelled him, really the springs whining beneath his weight. His thighs were pale in the dim light, almost luminous.
"Wait," April murmured, stepping closer. She reached for her mother's zipper their fingers brushed against the clasp and then the silk slithered down her mother's shoulders like melting ice. No bra. No panties. April had known, of course, but knowing and seeing were different. Her mother's nipples were already tight with anticipation.
The mayor groaned, his cock twitching against his thigh as he leaned forward on the bed. April peeled her own dress down next, the fabric pooling at her ankles cool air licking the sweat between her thighs. Her mother exhaled sharply and reached out, fingertips grazing April's bare hip.
Then they moved together without speaking April on the left, her mother on the right their tongues tracing parallel paths up the underside of his cock, slow as honey dripping from a spoon. His skin tasted faintly of salt and cologne, the musk thickening as their lips dragged lower. April pressed her thumb into the soft crease where his thigh met his groin, watching her mother mirror the motion on the other side symmetry turned erotic.
The mayor groaned and tangled as she took him into her mouth, inch by inch, her tongue flattening against the vein pulsing beneath. Her mother’s breath was warm against his balls, her lips parting to suck one gently between her teeth. April felt his hips jerk against her chin, the sudden twitch of muscle, and exhaled through her nose hot air ghosting over damp skin.
His cock was heavy on her tongue, the taste iron-bright and faintly bitter as she pulled back just enough to swirl her tongue around the head before diving down again. Her mother hummed in approval a low vibration against his thigh and April could feel the answering tremble in his legs, the way his fingers spasmed against the sheets.
Three times slow, deliberate she took him to the base, her lips brushing the wiry curls at the root before retreating, each ascent slower than the last. His breath hitched on the third descent, his hips canting up just enough to press deeper into her throat.
Then April pulled away just an inch and watched her mother shift upward, her lips gliding slick against his shaft as if pulled by invisible strings. They switched places seamlessly: her mother’s mouth now wrapped around him, humming low in her throat, while April dipped lower, nuzzling the tight heat of his sac with her nose before tracing the seam with her tongue.
Outside, the mayor’s daughter froze mid-step, her fingers still curled around the doorknob. The sight in the doorway gap shocked her her father’s thick fingers buried knuckle-deep in two slick cunts at once, his thumb circling April’s clit in slow, wet arcs while his other hand twisted inside her mother with a rhythm that made her thighs quake.
The blonde staggered back, her sky-blue dress whispering against the doorframe, silk catching on the grain. Her breath hitched too loud but the trio on the bed didn’t notice, too consumed by the wet slap of skin, the groan of mattress springs, the ragged panting that filled the dim room.
April’s dad stepped closer, his shadow swallowing the mayor’s daughter whole. She pressed a hand to her mouth, but the scent of sex musky, metallic clung to her throat. His fingers brushed the nape of her neck, startlingly cool against her flushed skin. "Pretty thing like you shouldn’t be sneaking," he murmured, voice rough with whiskey. "But since you are..." His palm slid down her spine, pressing her forward.
The blonde gasped as her hips met the doorframe, the silk of her dress bunching under his grip. The mayor’s daughter whimpered, her thighs trembling against the wood. April’s dad chuckled, thumb tracing the dip of her waist. "Bet you’ve never seen your old man like this," he whispered, breath hot against her ear. His free hand tugged the zipper of her dress down an inch, the metal teeth parting with a soft hiss.
Inside the room, April’s mother reached for the black silk sleep mask dangling from the bedpost. She stretched it taut between her fingers before pressing it over the mayor’s eyes, the elastic snapping softly against his temples. His breath hitched; the sudden darkness made his hips buck upward, seeking friction. "Shh," she murmured, straddling his thighs, her nails skimming down his chest. "You don’t get to see what we do next."
April knelt beside them, her fingers tracing the wet trail her mother’s tongue had left on his cock now glistening under the lamplight like something candied. She leaned in, blowing softly across the flushed head, relishing the way his stomach muscles clenched. Her mother shifted higher, positioning herself directly above his straining erection, her thighs flexing as she hovered just out of reach. The air between them was humid with anticipation.
Slowly agonizingly her mother sank down onto him, the stretch visible in the way her ribs flared with each inch taken. April watched the exact moment his cock disappeared inside her, the way her mother’s body seemed to swallow him whole, her lips parting in a gasp. The mayor groaned, his fingers digging into the sheets, his hips jerking upward instinctively. April pressed a palm flat against his stomach, pinning him down with just enough pressure to remind him who was in control.
Her mother rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, grinding against him with the practiced ease of someone who knew exactly how to take her pleasure. The slap of skin echoed off the walls, punctuated by the mayor’s ragged breaths. April leaned in, her lips brushing her mother’s ear. "You look good on him," she murmured, biting down lightly on her earlobe. Her mother shuddered, her thighs trembling as she rode him harder, her nails raking down his chest.
The mayor’s hands flew up, gripping her mother’s hips, his knuckles turning white with the effort of holding back. April smirked, trailing her fingers down her mother’s spine until she reached the damp heat between her thighs. She pressed two fingers against her mother’s clit, rubbing slow circles just as she knew she liked it. Her mother’s breath hitched, her movements growing erratic as she chased her release.
Just as her mother’s muscles began to clench around him, April pulled her fingers away, ignoring her mother’s whine of protest. She leaned over the mayor, her lips brushing his ear. "Not yet," she whispered, her voice dripping with promise. "You’ve got another pussy to take care of first." The mayor’s eyes still blindfolded widened beneath the silk, his chest heaving as April guided him out of her mother with a slick, obscene pop.
Outside the door, April’s dad tightened his grip on the mayor’s daughter, his fingers slipping beneath the straps of her sky-blue dress. The fabric sighed against her skin before giving way entirely, pooling at her ankles like spilled milk. She gasped, her hands fluttering up to cover herself too late as the cold air licked her bare thighs. His chuckle was low and dark as he traced the scalloped lace of her matching panties with a single fingertip, the delicate fabric already dampening under his touch.
Her breath hitched when he hooked a thumb under the waistband, easing them down inch by agonizing inch, the lace dragging against her wiry blonde curls before snagging on her knees. He let them drop to the floor, then nudged them aside with his polished shoe casual, dismissive as if they were nothing more than a stray napkin. The mayor’s daughter trembled, her skin pebbling under his scrutiny, her thighs pressing together instinctively.
Inside, April straddled the mayor’s hips, her cunt dripping onto his stomach as she ground against him. His cock twitched beneath her, still slick from her mother’s use, the head flushed an angry red. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest.
Outside the door, April’s dad tightened his grip on the mayor’s daughter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "You ever had a cock before?" he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. She shook her head, her blonde hair sticking to her damp neck. "No," she whispered, her voice cracking.
April’s dad chuckled, pressing her forward until her bare knees hit the hardwood. "Well," he said, "by the end of the night, you’ll have had two. The mayor’s daughter gasped not from fear, but from the sudden press of his cock against her lower back. Infront of them, April sank onto the mayor’s dick with a wet, shuddering sigh, her hips rolling in slow circles that made the bedframe creak. The blindfolded man groaned, fingers scrabbling at the sheets as April’s mother leaned in to lick a stripe up his neck, her teeth grazing his pulse point. "Watch," April’s dad murmured, his thumb tracing the mayor’s daughter’s parted lips. "See how she takes him all the way to the base? That’s what you’ll be doing soon."
His fingers twisted in her hair, angling her head toward the bed where April rode the mayor with deliberate, grinding thrusts her thighs slick with sweat, the muscles in her stomach taut as bowstrings. The mayor’s daughter could see the exact moment his cock stretched her open, the way April’s breath hitched when he bottomed out inside her. April’s dad smirked, his free hand sliding between the mayor’s daughter’s legs to rub slow circles over her clit. "Yeah," he breathed. "Just like that."
April’s thighs trembled as she quickened her pace, the mayor’s hips jerking beneath her each thrust driving him deeper, each retreat leaving him gasping. His hands scrabbled at her waist, fingers digging into the soft flesh as he tried to lift her off. "No " April hissed, slamming back down, her cunt clenching around him like a vise. "Fill me," she demanded, her voice raw. His groan was ragged, his thighs tensing as his orgasm ripped through him blindfolded, helpless, his cock pulsing inside her with every hot, wet spurt.
The mayor’s daughter whimpered, her own thighs pressing together as April’s dad hooked a finger inside her, stretching her just enough to make her gasp. "You’re next," he murmured, watching April collapse onto the mayor’s chest, her breath coming in ragged pants. He traced the slick heat between the mayor’s daughter’s legs, his thumb pressing against her entrance not entering, just teasing. "Can you take him like she does?" he asked, nodding toward April, who was still shuddering with aftershocks, her fingers tangled in the mayor’s chest hair.
April rolled off the mayor’s cock with a wet, obscene sound, her thighs gleaming with sweat and spilled desire. His erection twitched against his stomach, still half-hard, the tip glistening where her body had molded around it. She smirked, running a fingertip along the flushed length of him, savoring the way his hips jerked involuntarily. "Still got some left in you," she murmured, her voice husky with satisfaction. Her mother laughed low in her throat, her nails skimming down the mayor’s trembling thigh leaving faint red trails in their wake.
Then they moved together without discussion April on his left, her mother on his right their tongues tracing parallel paths up the underside of his cock, slow as honey dripping from a spoon. The salt of his skin mingled with the tang of her own arousal, the musk thickening as their lips dragged lower. April pressed her thumb into the soft crease where his thigh met his groin, watching her mother mirror the motion on the other side symmetry turned erotic. His breath hitched, his fingers knotting in the sheets.
A third tongue joined lighter, tentative licking a stripe up the sensitive vein on the underside. The mayor’s daughter, kneeling between his legs now, her blonde hair brushing his inner thighs as she hesitated before swirling her tongue around the head. The mayor groaned, his hips lifting off the bed.
April and her mother froze mid-lick, exchanging a glance over his twitching cock.The mayor's daughter gasped as April's mother grabbed her wrists. April's fingers slid under the girl's trembling thighs, lifting her effortlessly her knees buckling, her wetness dripping onto the mayor's stomach in a slow, warm trickle. The girl whimpered as April positioned her hovering just above her father's arousal, her thighs quivering with the effort of holding still while April's mother traced circles around her clit with a single, slick fingertip.
Behind them, April's dad leaned against the doorframe. The mayor's daughter twisted her neck to look back her breath catching at the sight of him now fully naked, his cock curving upward against his stomach, the head glistening where it pressed against his skin.
April and her mother released simultaneously their fingers lingering just long enough to feel her pulse flutter beneath the skin. The blonde's thighs trembled, her hips lowering in slow, halting increments her body resisting even as she obeyed. She gasped when the blunt heat of her father's cockhead kissed her entrance, the pressure so unfamiliar it made her toes curl against the sheets.
Her breath hitched not from pain, but from the dizzying realization that his thickness stretched her in a way no fingers ever had. April watched her clench around him instinctively, the flutter of muscle visible beneath her pale skin. The mayor's daughter whimpered a soft, broken sound as he nudged against her hymen, her body arching away instinctively before forcing herself still.
"Relax, sweetie," the mayor murmured, his hands on her ass as he pulled her down in one smooth motion. April saw the exact moment her hymen tore the girl's mouth falling open in a silent cry, her thighs tensing violently before shuddering apart. The mayor groaned, his grip tightening as he bottomed out inside her, the wet heat of her virginity slicking his thighs.
April and her mother moved up the bed on either side of the mayor like shadows converging, their bodies pressing against his flushed skin April's thigh brushing his ribs, her mother's fingers tracing the sweat-damp hollow of his throat. The mayor's breath hitched as their hands found each other's over his chest, fingers interlacing possessively above his pounding heart.
His daughter started to move slow hesitant, almost unwilling her hips lifting just an inch before sinking back down with a soft gasp. The drag of her father’s cock inside her was unbearable; every nerve ending screamed at the unfamiliar stretch, the way her body struggled to adjust to the invasion. Her fingers dug into his stomach, nails leaving crescent moons in the soft flesh.
The mayor groaned beneath her, his hands tightening on her waist not guiding, just holding letting her set the torturous pace. Sweat glistened along her hairline, the scent of salt and fear mingling with the musk of sex. April watched a bead of moisture roll down her spine, disappearing into the cleft of her ass.
The mayor reached up fumbling for the silk mask. April’s mother caught his wrist mid-air, her nails biting into his pulse point. "Do that again," she murmured, breath hot against his ear, "and I get my husband to fuck your ass while you watch." His hand froze, tendons standing out like wires beneath his skin.
The mayor’s daughter whimpered half-pain, half-surprise as her father seized her hips and rolled her onto her back in one jerky motion, pinning her beneath him. The bed groaned under their combined weight, springs protesting as his knees forced her thighs wider apart. April watched her mother’s nostrils flare at the metallic tang in the air fresh blood mixing with the slick already pooling beneath the girl’s trembling thighs.
He thrust into her harder now, deeper, the rhythm erratic compared to April’s earlier measured pace. But not *too* fast just enough to make her fingers claw at the sheets, her heels sliding against the sweat-slick mattress as she tried to press herself closer or push herself away even she didn’t seem to know which.
Then his hands found her breasts palms rough against the soft swell of them, thumbs dragging over her nipples in slow, deliberate circles and her whole body arched off the bed like a live wire had touched her spine. April watched her mouth fall open no sound, just air before her thighs clamped around his waist and her head slammed back against the pillows. Her orgasm hit her like a fist to the stomach: brutal, undeniable, her cunt clenching around him in erratic pulses that made his hips stutter.
The mayor groaned low and ragged and buried himself deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came in two thick spurts, his fingers digging into her hips. She whimpered at the sudden heat flooding her, her own climax still wringing his cock dry as he shuddered above her. Her thighs trembled violently around him, slick with sweat, her muscles still spasming around him.
Then her legs gave way dropping from around his waist her knees hitting the bed with a dull thud. The mayor exhaled sharply and rutted forward one last time, grinding against her pubic bone as a third, weaker spurt dribbled onto her matted curls, the wetness seeping into the wiry thatch like dew on grass. The scent of sex and salt thickened between them, mingling with the faint metallic tang of her virgin blood smeared across the sheets.
April traced a fingertip along the underside of his softening cock as he withdrew slowly watching how the stretched-out rim of his daughter’s cunt clung to him for a heartbeat longer before releasing with a slick, obscene sound. His semen pooled briefly at her entrance before trickling downward in a slow, viscous rivulet that traced the curve of her inner thigh. Her breath hitched a wet, shuddering gasp as her legs twitched involuntarily, her muscles still spasming from the aftershocks.
April’s mother peeled the silk blindfold away with deliberate slowness, letting the elastic snap softly against his temple. The mayor blinked once, twice his pupils dilating in the dim lamplight as the first thing his unfocused gaze landed on was his daughter’s flushed face, her lips parted around ragged breaths, her blonde hair matted to her forehead with sweat. His throat worked silently a dry swallow before his eyes flicked downward to where her thighs were still splayed open, glistening with his spend.
April’s dad cleared his throat from the doorway, the sound sharp as a blade being drawn from its sheath. He pushed off the wall, his erection bobbing against his stomach, the veins standing out in stark relief under the strained skin. "Well, Ellie," he said, rolling his shoulders in a lazy stretch that made his biceps flex. "Get over here."
The mayor’s daughter Ellie flinched at the command but obeyed, her bare feet whispering against the hardwood as she made her way over on unsteady legs. April’s dad caught her wrist guiding her down until her knees met the floorboards with a soft thud. He positioned her between his spread thighs, the heat of his cock radiating against her cheek even before he touched her. "Open," he murmured, thumb brushing her lower lip not forcing, just testing and she parted her mouth with a shaky exhale that ghosted across his skin.
Her lips stretched around him hesitantly, the salty musk of pre thick on her tongue as she took him halfway, her gag reflex kicking in when the head nudged the back of her palate. April watched her throat work swallowing convulsively as she pulled back slightly, her breath hitching through her nose. She tried again, slower this time, her tongue flattening against the throbbing vein beneath his shaft while her lips formed a tight seal around the girth. Drool pooled at the corners of her mouth, glistening in the lamplight as she struggled to accommodate him.
Then April’s dad gripped her hair not roughly, but with enough pressure to make her whimper and pulled her mouth off his cock with a wet pop. Ellie gasped, her lips swollen and slick, her eyelashes fluttering as she panted. He hauled her upright effortlessly, her knees barely leaving the floor before he spun her, her bare back hitting the wallpaper with a muffled thud. His thigh slid between hers, as he pinned her there her toes barely brushing the floorboards.
He lifted her legs effortlessly against his hips, her calves draping over his elbows like silk scarves. The sudden shift pulled her tight around him, the stretch bordering on painful she could feel every ridge of his cockhead poised at her entrance, the heat radiating between them like a forge. Then he entered her in one brutal motion, the thrust deep enough to press her flush against the wall behind her. Ellie’s scream was muffled against his shoulder, her teeth sinking into the muscle as her body convulsed around him.
She knew two things straight away: he was bigger than her dad, and he was not going to take it easy. His cock stretched her to the point of splitting, her inner muscles fluttering wildly against the invasion. The friction was unbearable each withdrawal dragged her insides taut, every thrust forced her to yield. Sweat beaded between their chests, slicking her nipples where they scraped against him.
Ellie begged, "Slow god, *slow* " but he only laughed deep in his throat and snapped his hips harder, his balls slapping against her ass with a wet crack. Her vision whited out for a second, her thighs trembling, her fingertips scrabbling against the wallpaper. T
From the bed, April watched Ellie's toes curl against nothing. The mayor's breath hitched halfway between horror and arousal as Ellie's cunt visibly gaped around each withdrawal, glistening pink and swollen. April's mother traced idle circles around her own nipple, her thighs pressing together at the sight.
Ellie came like that violently, her back arching off the wall. The clench of her around him only drove him deeper, her orgasm wringing his cock tighter until his thrusts turned jagged, erratic. April’s dad pulled entirely out a slow, deliberate withdrawal that left Ellie trembling, her thighs slick. "Ready for your second lot?" His breath was hot against her ear, his fingers digging into her hips hard. Before she could answer, he slammed back in, filling her full of his cum in hot, pulsing jets that made her gasp at the sudden heat flooding her. She could feel each spurt distinctly thick, the rhythm of his release syncing with her own twitching aftershocks. His cock twitched inside her as he ground deeper, his groan rough against her neck while his hips jerked through the last weak spurts.
Then he stepped back, letting her legs slide down her knees buckling instantly but caught her before she crumpled. Ellie whimpered when he lifted her effortlessly, her body limp as a doll’s, her thighs still trembling. He carried her to the bed, her bare skin sliding against his sweat-slick chest, and laid her down beside the mayor with deliberate care. The mattress dipped under her weight, the sheets cool against her overheated skin. She blinked up at the ceiling, her breath shallow, her fingers twitching against the rumpled silk.
April’s dad knelt between Ellie’s thighs, his hands spreading her wider slow, unhurried his thumbs tracing the swollen, glistening folds with something almost like reverence. His cock nudged against her entrance again, thicker now with renewed arousal, the head slick with her own wetness. Ellie gasped at the pressure gentle but unrelenting as he pressed forward inch by excruciating inch, her body stretching around him with a wet, yielding resistance. Her nails dug into the sheets, her toes curling against the mattress as he bottomed out inside her with a low groan.
Ellie arched her back, her hips lifting instinctively to meet his thrusts as he began to move slow at first, then deeper, harder, each stroke dragging against oversensitive nerves. The mayor’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her head toward his lap. She hesitated for only a second before parting her lips, her tongue darting out to lick a tentative stripe along the underside of his cock. His breath hitched, his fingers tightening in her hair as she took him into her mouth slowly, carefully her lips stretching around his girth.
As she sucked, her eyes flickered shut, her focus narrowing to the salt and musk flooding her senses. She missed April’s dad gesturing sharply across the bed his fingers curling in silent command as April and her mother moved in tandem. Ellie gasped mid-suck when their mouths met her skin April’s lips closing around her left nipple, sharp teeth scraping lightly before soothing with a slow, wet swirl. At the same instant, April’s mother drew her right nipple deep into her mouth, sucking hard enough to make her hips jerk off the bed, the sudden sting of pleasure-pain radiating down to her clit. The mayor groaned beneath her, his cock twitching against her tongue as he watched his daughter’s back arch between their mouths.
Ellie’s eyelids fluttered half-lidded, unfocused as April’s teeth scraped her nipple just shy of pain, the sharp sensation ricocheting straight to her clit. She arched into the dual pressure mouths on her breasts, cock in her pussy, another filling her throat her body alight with conflicting sensations. Her hands fluttered upward instinctively, fingers twitching toward April’s and her mother’s heads to push them away too much, too many sensations but her father’s callused palms intercepted her wrists midair. His grip tightened, pinning her arms above her head against the silk sheets, the restraint forcing her spine into a deeper arch. "No," he murmured against her collarbone, his breath scalding. "You take it all."
Her dad moved back cock slipping free from her mouth with a slick pop. He shifted her hands to hold with just one hand his grip bruising her wrists and used his free hand to wrap the front of her hair around his cock, the blonde strands twisting like silk rope as he wound them tight. April’s dad started thrusting his cock through it slow at first, the friction barely there then harder, rougher, her scalp stinging where the roots pulled taut. Ellie gasped at the sharp tug, her hips bucking involuntarily against the thrusts filling her below the dual sensation of being stretched open and dragged forward by her own hair making her toes curl against the sheets.
The mayor groaned something guttural, involuntary as he watched his daughter’s lips part around a shuddering breath, her eyes rolling back slightly as April’s dad quickened his pace. He fucked her hair now in earnest, the blonde strands darkening with sweat where they wrapped around his cock, the wet sound of skin sliding through the tangled mess obscene in the quiet room. His hips snapped forward once, twice then stilled abruptly as his cock pulsed against her forehead, the first thick spurt hitting just above her eyebrow and oozing downward in a warm, trail that caught in her lashes. The second shot landed lower streaking across her cheekbone before dribbling toward the corner of her mouth, where her tongue darted out instinctively to catch the salty drop. The mayor shuddered, his fingers tightening in her hair as he watched his cum glisten against her flushed skin, the contrast stark under the lamplight. A third, weaker pulse arced missing her face entirely and landed in her hair instead, the white strands matting instantly against her temple like wet paint.
Ellie gasped as April’s teeth sank into her nipple sharp, sudden the pain radiating outward in hot waves that crested against the relentless thrusts below. Her mother mirrored the motion on the other side, biting down just hard enough to make her hips jerk off the bed, her cunt clenching around the cock buried inside her. The dual sensation pain-pleasure, stretching-sucking tipped her over the edge her orgasm hit with the force of a struck match, sudden and bright, her thighs trembling as she came with a soundless cry. Her dad watched as her body arch between their mouths, her nipples still trapped between their teeth.
Just as it was about to finish her muscles slackening, April's dad groaned and pulled out, his cock slipping free with a wet sound. He pressed the flushed head against her oversensitive clit instead, rubbing tight circles that made her whimper. She could feel the tension in his hips, the twitch of his cock against her and then he came abruptly, renewing hers with a fresh wave of pleasure as she gasped and spasmed. His release splashed hot across her belly, streaking upward in thick ribbons that painted her ribs, her sternum, the underside of her breasts where April’s and her mother’s tongues still worked.
Half an hour later on the ride home, April slumped against the window, her thighs sticking to the leather seat with every shift of the car. Her father hummed along to the radio, fingers drumming the steering wheel in time with some forgotten jazz standard. Her mother twisted in the passenger seat, turning to her husband. "Bet you’re glad we went," she murmured, her voice rough with laughter. April watched her father glance at her mother brief, before turning back to the road. "Yeah," he replied, casual as discussing the weather. Her mother smirked, her fingers tracing idle circles on his crotch. Her mother leaned forward now, breath hot against her father’s ear. "Do me like you did her," she whispered, April watched his grip tighten on the wheel, knuckles whitening.
Behind them, unnoticed in the rear view mirror, a black van with tinted windows kept pace exactly three car lengths back. The van’s headlights flickered briefly as it slowed, pulling over four houses down from theirs. Upstairs, the genie looked out of the glass of April’s parents’ bedroom window. The genie was nervous. Part 2 of his plan was here quicker then he liked it. The genie’s fingers twitched against the windowpane, his breath fogging the glass in uneven bursts. He hadn’t expected them to move *this* fast.