Frank Brown: The Smiths come together!

Morgan's cock swelled to a full, splitting-hard erection in Susanne's mouth, and his piss-flow finally stopped. Susanne sucked his cock, gazing up at him seductively. She flicked her tongue at the underside of his prick-knob, and he gasped. She sucked him until he was on the verge of coming, then pulled her mouth off his cock.

"Want me to pee on you now, Daddy?" the girl asked. "Sure, you do!"

Before Morgan could say a word, Susanne was off the toilet and pushing him into the bathtub. She made him lie on his back in the cold tub, then stepped into the tub with him and squatted over his chest, showing him her beautiful young asscheeks and her pink asshole, which was moist and twitching between them. Morgan was about to take a slurp at her ass crack when she began to piss on his chest.

"Oh, baby! That feels good!" Morgan groaned, reveling in the sensation of her hot piss washing over his chest and belly and running up onto his neck.

He grabbed his daughter's asscheeks and turned them up so she could watch her girl-piss running from between her blonde-furred cuntlips. The smell made his head swim. He shoved his nose between her asscheeks, pressing it to her asshole, and lapped at the piss running out of her sweet little pussy. The taste of her piss made him gag at first, but he forced himself to swallow, and soon he was relishing the taste. As he sucked the tart-sweet piss out of his young daughter, he started to jack himself off.

Susanne rubbed her pussy in his mouth. "Drink it, Daddy! Oh, yes!" She humped, fucking her dad's mouth as she pissed, making him lick deeply between her piss-dripping pussylips. "Eat me, Daddy, suck me!"

She lay forward on top of her father, keeping her pussy pressed to his mouth, and she went down on his cock, swallowing it to the balls, rippling her lips over his prick-veins as she bobbed her head and sucked for his cum. His hot fuck-lube ran down her throat. She played with his hairy, cum-swollen balls. She stretched his foreskin down tight so she could suck his naked, musk-flavored cockhead.

"Oh baby!" he groaned, humping upwards, working his cock in her wet throat. "Suck it, honey, make it come!" He rubbed his nose up and down her ass crack, licked out her ass crack and crotch.

Susanne purred, smacking her lips around her father's cock, drooling warm spit down his balls, grinding her sizzling cunt in his face. Her toes curled as her dad's tongue slipped up her pussy. She was so excited that she could no longer hold the bubble of gas in her bowels and it escaped her asshole as a small, popping fart. To her lust-crazed dad, even her girlish fart smelled sweet. He nuzzled her asshole as if he wanted her to fart in his face again, but she couldn't.

Susanne and her father writhed in the piss-wet bathtub, her dad fucking his tongue in and out of Susanne's cunt, Susanne bobbing her head faster and faster, sliding the tight ring of her lips up and down around his ramrod-stiff cock. She felt his balls swell in her hand, felt his cock grow even larger and harder and begin to quiver. She pressed her cunt hard into her dad's mouth, and to her delight he caught her clit between his lips and sucked fiercely.

She came immediately, her orgasm shooting through her cunt and asshole and surging to her nipples and toes. Her eyes rolled back and she shuddered, her body jerking.

A second later, her dad's cock went off in her mouth.

Susanne gagged on the sudden explosion of man-cum, then she began gulping his cum-load as eagerly as she had gulped his piss. Her pussy contracted in his mouth, juicing, sizzling like a steak fresh off the grill, and her dad rubbed his nose in it, bathing his face in her warm pussy-slime. His fuck-juice shot into her throat, filled her mouth and overflowed it despite her frantic attempts to swallow every drop. Cum gobs slipped out of her mouth and dribbled down his hairy balls, and Susanne smeared her fingers in it.

"I love cum," Susanne told her dad after she'd pulled her mouth off his cock and was licking the cum off her lips and fingers.

They filled the tub with hot water and sat in the tub facing each other, with the water up to their shoulders Susanne wrapped her legs around her father's waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her floating tits to his chest. His hard cock throbbed inside her pussy, and she moaned, wiggling her ass and fucking herself on his rigid man-cock. They kissed deeply, Susanne sucking on her dad's tongue and wiggling her tongue in his mouth. Fuck sensations pulsed through their coupled cock and pussy, and each surge of pleasure through their bodies made them groan in unison and chuckle.

"I could fuck you like this all morning," Morgan said.

"Then do it," Susanne said. "What's stopping you?"

"Nothing," said Morgan, fucking his cock in and out of his daughter's cunt-hole.

They fucked slowly, luxuriating in the hot water, enjoying the feel of their coupled bodies being buoyed. Morgan sucked Susanne's lips, licked water droplets off her tits. She tightened her legs around him, pulling his cock into her pussy deeper, squirming against him. Over the course of the next hour, both of them neared the brink of orgasm several times, but they both held off coming. They wanted their pleasure to last.

Finally, though, Susanne had enough frustration. She couldn't stand the fuck-tension any longer. She crushed herself against her muscular father as her pussy reached a climax and her young body soared into ecstasy. Her eyes rolled back, and she shuddered against her father, her loins gnawed by spasms, her toes clutching under the water.

"I'm coming!" she gasped. "Coming!"

Morgan fucked his cock rapidly in the sucking, quivering cunt-hole of his teenaged daughter, and in seconds he was coming, too. As his jism spurted into her pussy, he and Susanne swayed dizzily in the hot bath-water, their loins pulsing with mutually shared pleasure.

"I love it!" Susanne purred.

The morning session at the dance school was canceled, so Morgan and Susanne didn't arrive there until after noon. Morgan felt surprisingly energetic after his exhausting night and morning with Susanne, and Susanne appeared just as bright-eyed and rosy-cheeked as always. The girl had done a good job with her makeup, hiding the dozen or more hickies her father had left on her neck, cheeks, and tits. After greeting her mother in the studio, she went to get dressed for her dance warm-ups. She and Patrick always got a jump on the other students in the afternoon advanced class, arriving early to warm up and to get in some era practice before the class started.

"So, Morgan, how are the roads?" Greta asked.

She was at the bar, performing her daily stretching routine. Today, however, the leotards were much tighter and more revealing than usual, and her feet were naked instead of covered by ballet slippers.

"Passable," said Morgan, ogling his provocatively dressed wife. "Now that the snow's stopped, the plows are out in full force." Greta certainly looked much younger this morning, almost as young as Susanne. "You let your hair down," he said. "I haven't seen you with your hair down in years. I like it."

"Thank you," Greta said, her face reddening slightly. "And how was your night?"

Now Morgan's face reddened. "Fine," he said. "Well, I'd better get to work. I'm behind with the accounting."

A few minutes later, as Morgan was sitting at his desk daydreaming about Susanne and on the verge of locking the door and jacking himself off, Greta stepped into the office and sealed the door shut behind her. Morgan snatched up a pencil and pretended to be working.

"We must talk," Greta said. She was breathless and sweating from her exercise.

Morgan put his pencil down. "What's on your mind?" he asked, thinking as he spoke that he'd rather fuck Greta than talk with her.