Frank Brown: The Smiths come together!

"Daddy, squirt it!" she whined. "Daddy, I'm gonna come!"

The tone of pained ecstasy in his daughter's voice sent Morgan over the brink. He rammed his cock to the hilt up her asshole and felt the ecstasy well up in his loins, felt it flow through his balls and asshole and erupt through his cock. His body jerked as if he'd been shot in the back, and his cum-load streamed into his daughter's ass guts.

Her asshole shuddered and contracted, and she cried out as her pussy erupted with spasms.

"Dadddyyyyy!" she wailed, gasping and jerking, feeling the hot spurts of her dad's jism splashing in her bowels. "Ohhhhh, Daddy! Yesssss!"

Morgan felt so good, felt such tortured ecstasy that he whimpered as his body jerked and his jism spurted. He lay helpless on top of his squirming, gibbering daughter, his loins humping spontaneously, his cock flexing with each eruption of his sizzling cum into Susanne's cock-hungry asshole. The pleasure streamed all the way to his toes, and he gnawed into the back of Susanne's neck, blubbering about how good it felt.

"Don't ever take it out," Susanne cooed, writhing sensuously under her dad. "Don't ever stop squirting."

"Oh, my God!" Morgan groaned, unable to believe his pleasure.

"Yesssss!" Susanne hissed.

Greta Smith brought the sleeping bags from the storage room and spread them out on a gymnastics mat on the floor of the dance studio. She and her son lay side by side on top of their sleeping bags, relaxing after their energetic fucking. The lights in the studio were still on, beaming down on them like spotlights. Greta had no intention yet of trying to sleep. She doubted that either she or Patrick would get much sleep tonight.

She glanced at the reflections of herself and Patrick in the wall mirrors, admiring the lines and proportions of their naked, athletic bodies. Ballet training built such beautiful, flowing lines. Although Greta hadn't performed professionally in many years, although she wasn't in the best condition possible, she had maintained her figure through daily stretching and ballet exercises.

She rolled toward Patrick, stroked his handsome profile with the tip of her finger, outlined the square muscles of his chest and rippled her fingers over his abdominal segments. His cock lay resting over his balls, as magnificent soft as it had been hard. Greta stroked the long spongy cock, remembering a donkey she had seen on a farm during her girlhood in Sweden. She had never dreamed that she would one day have a son with a cock as big as the cock of that donkey, or that she would be lying next to him naked one day, caressing him.

"Tell me, darling," she said, "why is it you enjoy my finger up your asshole when I suck you?"

Patrick had his eyes closed, as if he were doing. "It makes the sucking feel twice as good, that's why."

"What do you feel?"

"I feel something in my asshole that feels just as good as my cock when you rub it." He opened his eyes and smiled at her. "You mean you've never had a finger up your asshole?"

"Never, darling."

"Or anything else?"

"Anything else like what, for example?"

The boy glanced down at his cock, which immediately swelled up away from his balls, stood vertical far a moment, then fell back against his belly with a thudding smack, like a tree falling. The boy's fully erect prick looked grotesquely huge against his slender body.

Greta watched his cock throb. "Such a thing is surely impossible," she said, although her asshole tingled as she thought of Patrick's cock entering it.

"It's not only possible," Patrick said with a grin. "It happens every day."

Greta shook her head. "I cannot believe it. It would kill a woman."

"I've had my cock up the assholes of half the ballerinas in this school," Patrick said. "And they're not only all still alive, but they're always begging for more. They can't get enough."

"Animal!" Greta said, both joking and serious.

After what she'd seen earlier through the two way mirror, she could believe. Patrick had seduced half the girls in the school. She could not believe, however, that he had penetrated even one of their assholes with that donkey-cock of his.

"Wanna try it, Mother?" The boy held his cock upright, grinning wickedly at Greta.

Greta flushed, a rush of excitement and fear going through her and making her shiver. "I tell you, it would kill me. It is not possible."

Patrick sprang to his feet. "Be right back." He performed a flying leap through the doorway as he exited, his massive cock pointed straight ahead of him like a battering ram. Greta shuddered at the thought of such a merciless weapon impaling her asshole, but she had no time to dwell on her fear – the boy was back in seconds.

"Voila!" he said.

In one hand he held a large container of Vaseline. In the other hand he held a smooth, white-plastic cylinder which was tapered at one end and blunt at the other end. The cylinder was slender and nine or ten inches long.

"What in the name of God?" Greta said.

"It's a vibrator," Patrick said. He twisted the blunt end of the plastic cylinder and a humming sound came from the device. "See? The chicks love it. I do too, as a matter of fact."

Greta didn't need to be told… what the vibrator was for. During her girlhood she had shoved various cock-shaped objects into her pussy to masturbate, including carrots and cucumbers. She had never, however, realized that one could buy a specially manufactured, cock-shaped vibrator for female masturbation.

"Wanna try it?" said Patrick. He licked the tip of the humming device and smiled. "It tingles." He touched it to his cock, pressing it to the underside of his prick head. His eyes rolled ecstatically. "Feels good!"

Greta was getting more excited by the moment, watching the boy play with the vibrator and pleasure his cock with it. She lay back on her sleeping bag and spread her legs. Grinning, Patrick dropped down between her legs and started stroking the tip of the vibrator up and down her inner thighs. Greta sighed. It did feel good. When he neared her pussy with the vibrator, she trembled with anticipation. She gasped when the vibrator touched her cuntlips.

"Pull your legs up," Patrick suggested.

Greta pulled her knees to her shoulders, showing her son her swollen blonde-furred pussylips and the seething pink pussy gash between them. The boy vibrated her clit and Greta saw stars. Her toes curled and she groaned.

"Oh, darling!" she gasped. "You dirty boy!" Patrick chuckled, rubbing the vibrator up and down her pussy gash, working it deeper and deeper between her pussylips. Each time the device touched her clit, her clit contracted and the vibrator buzzed louder. Patrick flushed as his excitement increased, and without warning he fucked the vibrator up Greta's cunt as if it were his own cock.

Greta squirmed, wiggling her ass, moaning with pleasure. The vibrator felt marvelous, and as the boy worked it in and out of her pussy, her fuck-juices dribbled out, trickling down her crotch and ass crack. Patrick slipped the vibrator out of her, rubbing it in the trickle of cunt-juice, probing her asshole with the tip of it.

Despite her excitement, Greta was not about to allow the boy to attempt penetrating her asshole with the dildo. She lowered her legs.

"What's the matter?" Patrick said. "You're so wet down there, it'll slip right in. It won't even need Vaseline."

"I prefer not to endure pain," said Greta. "Fuck me with it in the pussy, darling."

"It won't hurt," Patrick said. "You'll love it. I told you, all the chicks love it up the ass."

Greta smiled, unconvinced. She shook her head. "Push it back into my pussy, darling."

"All right, I'll show you," Patrick said.

He popped the tin lid off the Vaseline container and greased up the vibrator with the slick lubricant. Then he flopped back on his sleeping bag, kicked his legs up, pulling his knees to his chest, and inserted the tip of the vibrator inside his awn asshole. Seven inches of the smooth cylinder fucked up his asshole, and he started jacking on his cock.