Frank Brown: The Smiths come together!

In her thread-bare leotards and bare feet, and with her hair dangling nearly to her ass, she looked sexier to him than she'd looked in years.

"This is on my mind," she said.

And to Morgan's shock she leaned over his desk and slid open the wall panel that concealed the window into the dance studio.

Morgan flushed like a young boy caught playing with his cock. "It's my private window on the world of dance," he said, letting out a nervous chuckle. "I can watch while I'm working. It relieves some of the drudgery of doing paperwork all day."

"Uh-huh," Greta said, shaking her head as if she understood. "And I suppose this also helps relieve your drudgery?" She stepped behind his chair and whisked open the other panel, the one that covered the window into the girls dressing room.

Morgan groaned inwardly. How long had she known? And what could he possibly say to defend himself? He turned slowly in his swivel chair to face Greta.

He expected to see Greta's stem face glaring down at him, but instead he saw her gazing wide-eyed and open-mouthed through the two way mirror. She braced a shaking hand on his shoulder as if for support, and Morgan immediately saw why. In the girls' dressing room, Patrick and Susanne, both of them stark naked, were kissing like a pair of lust-crazy teenaged lovers. Morgan's mouth dropped open and he stared in silent shock.

Patrick's back was criss-crossed with long, reddish scratches. He crushed his sister in his arms, humping his enormous cock against her belly, wiggling his tongue in her mouth. Susanne stroked his asscheeks and slid the tips of her fingers up and down his ass crevice. She was flushed like a rose from the roots of her blonde hair to the tips of her toes, and she was shaking visibly with excitement.

Morgan thought he'd go nuts if he didn't pull his cock out and start beating off. He'd never witnessed a more exciting spectacle, and Greta's sweaty body next to him didn't help matters any. He couldn't resist putting, his hand on Greta's ass and stroking it. If Greta noticed his hand, she gave no indication that she minded his feeling her up, so he slipped his hand between her thighs and felt the heat and wetness near her cunt. She was just as hot as he was, he realized, and he started rubbing her pussy through the tight leotards, which were all she was wearing.

Susanne slid down Patrick's body, kissing his nipples, his belly muscles, his cock and balls. She nuzzled under his balls and licked them. She tried to suck one of his balls into her mouth, but it was too large. She took the shaft of his enormous fucker in her two hands and bent it down so she could lick the naked cockhead. His foreskin was pulled down almost tight on the cock-shaft and his naked knob looked purplish and shiny as Susanne slurped at it. Fuck-lube bubbled from his piss-hole and Susanne sucked it up, rolling her lust-glazed blue eyes.

"My God!" Greta muttered. "This is unbelievable."

"Yes," said Morgan, agreeing completely.

Even though Susanne had told him last night that she and Patrick made it together, he found the actual sight of Susanne and Patrick pawing each other as unbelievable as did Greta.

Susanne released Patrick's wildly throbbing cock and nuzzled down his legs until she was crouched at his feet. She licked his toes and insteps, and Patrick raised each foot so she could suck his toes into her mouth. She slid around behind him, licked her way up his calves and thighs, and started nuzzling and licking out his ass cleft. She spread his firm buns with her thumbs and shoved her tongue up his asshole. Patrick wiggled his ass, rolling his eyes as he pumped his lube-dripping cock.

Morgan stood up behind his wife. Gingerly, he fingered the zipper of her leotards and pulled it down. He nuzzled under her hair and kissed the nape of her neck. Greta shivered. Morgan peeled the leotards down Greta's sweat-moist body and kissed her bare ass as she stepped out of them. The smell of her smoldering cunt filled the air in the small office. Morgan spread Greta's asscheeks and licked her ass-crack. She had a delicious asshole. She bent forward and Morgan spread her pussylips, slurping up and down between them. Pussy-lube dribbled down her inner thighs, and Morgan lapped it up. His wife had never tasted so good to him.

In the dressing room, Susanne got down on her hands and knees and Patrick kneeled behind her, stroking his massive cock, which looked like a dangerous weapon more than a tool of love. He was a tall, muscular youth, and she was a slender, petite girl, and as he fucked his colossal cock up her tight pussy from behind, Morgan expected to see the massive cock come out of Susanne's mouth. How the young girl could tolerate Patrick's cock up her cunt without so much as a flinch of discomfort, Morgan couldn't understand.

Susanne wiggled her ass, smiled at Patrick over her shoulder, and said "Fuck me!" so distinctly that both Morgan and Greta could read her lips although they couldn't hear her.

Morgan tare off his clothes. Then he sat back down in his desk chair and pulled Greta toward him. He held his cock vertical.

"Sit on it," he whispered.

Greta lowered her ass, draping her burning pussylips over his cockhead, then impaling her cunt to his balls. Both she and Morgan groaned ecstatically as his cock fucked into her. Morgan wrapped his arms around her, feeling her tits, kissing and licking her back and shoulders, knifing his cock up her juicy, sizzling-hot pussy.

"Oh, Morgan!" Greta purred. "Yes, darling!"

Morgan couldn't believe his ears. His cold-fish wife suddenly had feelings! He pinched Greta's stiff nipples, grinding his itch-saturated cock in her sucking, quivering pussy-hole. Her fuck-juices dribbled over his balls and he was in heaven!

Greta was in heaven, too. She had forgotten how good Morgan's cock could feel inside her pussy. She had forgotten what a lusty, sensual man he was. He was very strong, his body solid with muscle from his weight-lifting. He growled like a bear as he fucked her, and she could hear the pained ecstasy in his tone. She needed his cock inside her now. It kept her from losing her mind with frustration and envy as she watched Patrick give his incredible cock to Susanne. She had never in her life witnessed a sight more exciting – or more upsetting.

"He is magnificent, is he not?" Greta said watching the eleven-inch prick of her teenaged son plunge repeatedly into the quivering cunt of her young daughter. "But such an animal! And Susanne is such a little whore!"

"They're both animals," said Morgan. "Look at their faces. They're both crazy for it – just like I'm crazy for you." He reached between Greta's legs and rubbed her moist, nipple-like clit.

"Yes!" Greta said. She wiggled her ass, panting and grunting as she fucked up and down. Her tits flopped.

In the dressing room, Patrick suddenly yanked his cock out of Susanne's pussy. Susanne grinned at him over her shoulder. His cock pulsed, dripping with her slippery fuck-juices. He shoved his wet cock-knob between her asscheeks and grabbed her by the hips, simultaneously pulling and thrusting. His cock fucked as easily up her asshole as it had up her cunt. Susanne wiggled her ass, rolling her blue eyes with pleasure.

"Can you believe it!" Morgan said. "How can she take it?"

"He is a bull," said Greta. "A magnificent bull."

It was as if Greta didn't even notice where Patrick had stuck his cock. Then, to Morgan's shock, Greta pulled up off his own cock and repositioned herself over it. Her asshole opened and his cock impaled her ass guts. She reached between her legs and started to finger-fuck her pussy.

"I'll be damned!" Morgan said. "You wonderful hot bitch! You don't know how long I've been wanting to do this to you!"

"Animal!" said Greta. "Worse than Patrick."

She bounced up and down, fucking her asshole on Morgan's cock, jerking her hand between her legs. She felt marvelous – the way she could tell Susanne was feeling as Patrick sucked her ass.