Frank Brown: The Smiths come together!

Susanne, on all fours, churned her ass on Patrick's cock and jerked it back against his hard-smacking belly. Her tits flapped under her. Pussy-lube ran from her cunt and down her legs. Her blonde hair dangled along her cheeks and she tossed her head from side to side deliriously. Patrick gripped her tightly at the hips, swinging his muscular loins, ramming his huge fucker in and out of her asshole. He tossed his head as deliriously as Susanne and rolled his lust-glazed eyes. The sweat glistened on his body.

"He is close," said Greta. "I can tell by the look on his face. He is in ecstasy, and I am in ecstasy. He and I shall come together."

She bounced up and down, tightening her asshole around Morgan's cock, rubbing her fingers between her pussylips. She matched the rhythm of her fucking to the rhythm of Patrick's fuck-lunges. Her tits and Susanne's tits flapped to the same obscene rhythm.

Morgan groaned, writhing in his chair. His wife's tight asshole felt as if it would skin his cock alive. The fuck-sensation he felt was raw and intense, almost too much. Needles of fuckitch shot through his massively swelling prick and he felt his balls swell and tingle. He rammed upward as hard as he could, and the jism shot through his cock.

"Ahhhhhh!" he groaned. "Baaaby!" He clutched Greta at the waist, trying to control the wild movements of her body as she ass-fucked his spurting cock.

Greta gasped as she felt Morgan's jism splash in her ass guts. His cum was hot, and it shot forcefully. She loved the feel of his cock vibrating and jerking in her asshole. She shoved two fingers up her cunt, rubbing her clit madly. Her eyes were on Patrick and Susanne, and she watched Susanne go into spasms.

The young girl's eyes rolled back to show their whites and her body jerked and shuddered. Then, as if Susanne's asshole were an electric socket and somebody had just turned on the switch, Patrick started bucking wildly. Greta could almost hear the splashes of Patrick's jism in Susanne's ass guts. As Morgan's cock shot off in Greta's asshole, as she watched Patrick and Susanne writhe together in orgasmic ecstasy, Greta's excitement soared to a climax and she saw stars.

"Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "Ohhhh, yesss!" She grew faint from the intensity of her orgasm. If Morgan hadn't been supporting her at the waist and guiding her movements, she would have toppled off his cock. She squirmed, flashes of light exploding behind her eyes, and pussy-juice drenched her cunt-beating hand. Her toes curled against the office door. She felt so good!

Morgan crushed Greta in his embrace, grinding his cock in her spasming asshole and biting her upper back and shoulders. He was grunting. Her pussy-butter dribbled down his balls and onto the chair seat. He held her tightly, flexing his cock inside her ass, stroking her tits, sensing the slamming of her heart.

In the dressing room, Patrick pulled his cock out of Susanne's cummy asshole and Susanne immediately swung around on her hands and knees to face him. She crawled forward, her mouth open, and devoured over half his eleven inch cock, sucking more cum out of his piss-tube, sucking the ass-juices off his prick. Patrick pushed her away, turned her, around on her hands and knees, and stuck his nose between her buns. His tongue probed her gaping asshole. He pressed his lips to her slimy asshole and sucked. His freshly shot cum leaked into his mouth.

"Such animals!" Greta said. "I don't believe them! What next?"

Patrick stood up, cum dripping from his chin, his cock swinging half-hard over his balls, and Susanne kneeled in front of him and kissed his prick head. She started beating his heavy, rubbery donkey-cock across her pretty face.

Patrick smiled down at her, his hands on his hips. As Susanne slapped his prick back and forth, piss started flowing from it. Susanne opened her mouth and caught the piss. Piss ran down her chin and neck, dribbled over her lips.

Greta stood up, puffing her asshole off Morgan's cock, and she pressed her nose to the glass of the window-mirror. "This is not possible!" she said, watching Susanne drink Patrick's streaming piss. "This cannot be!"

Susanne stuffed Patrick's cock in her mouth and drank his piss directly from the open slit, sucking as she gulped. When Patrick finished pissing and pulled his wet cock out, Susanne slithered like a sensuous kitten up his naked body, her cheeks bulging with a mouthful of piss, and she pressed her mouth to Patrick's mouth. They embraced, kissing, and Patrick's piss leaked from the corners of their mouths. Their throats bobbed as they both swallowed.

Greta had never seen anything so disgusting. She pressed her nose to the glass, watching in horrified shock. Morgan moved up behind her and slipped his cock up her cunt. As he started to fuck her, she groaned.

"Wiggle your hot ass!" Morgan growled.

And Greta wiggled her ass. Her pussy-cream dribbled down his hairy balls.

That night, Greta could not sleep. She lay next to Morgan in bed, staring up into the dark, her middle finger sliding between her swollen, throbbing pussylips. Morgan had fucked her twice before he'd fallen asleep, but Greta felt as horny and unsatisfied as if he'd teased, her with his cock, then had refused to shove it into her. She could not understand what was happening to her. She had never in her life felt so relentlessly horny, nor could she stop thinking about Patrick. She needed him now, but did she dare go to him? If Morgan got wind of her relationship with Patrick, she had no idea what he might do.

She glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was midnight. Morgan had been sleeping a half hour. He might easily sleep straight through until morning without waking up. A snow plow had just rumbled by on the street outside, and Morgan hadn't stirred. If that noise had failed to disturb him, very little would.

Greta held her breath. As quietly as she could, she slipped out of bed. She was still naked after fucking Morgan, so she had to fumble around in the dark for her nightgown. Cum oozing from between her pussylips, she crept out of the bedroom, her nightgown in hand. She would put the nightgown on only if necessary – should she meet Susanne in the hallway, for instance. She tiptoed up the carpeted stairs, her heart pounding.

Patrick's bedroom door was open a few inches and light shone into the hallway. Greta peeked into the room, immediately stunned by what she saw.

Patrick lay naked on his bed, his legs bent at the knees, his feet resting flat on the mattress, his asshole stuffed with the plastic vibrator, which he held in place by pressing his heel against the protruding end of the humming device. He stroked his hard cock slowly as he paged through a magazine with a picture of a naked woman on the cover. From time to time, he moaned and squirmed.

"Man, I'd like to fuck this one!" he muttered to himself, and he licked the magazine page he was looking at. "I'd love to fuck your pussy, bitch, and your tits, and your asshole. Man, what a hot bitch!" He kissed the magazine page, his hand moving faster on his huge cock.

Greta was fascinated. She stuck her middle finger up her cunt, pleasuring herself. Morgan's cum dribbled into her sliding hand. Each time her finger rubbed along her clit, she had to bite her lip to keep from gasping out loud.

Patrick turned the pages, kissing and licking page after page. He wiggled his foot, manipulating the vibrator in his asshole with his heel. Fuck-lube dripped onto his belly as he worked his foreskin up and down.

"Man, what a body!" he mumbled. "Oh baby, I'd love to fuck you!"

Greta had seen and heard enough. She entered the room as if the boy were speaking to her, finger-fucking herself as she walked. She was halfway to the bed before Patrick heard her and looked up. For a moment be looked shocked, then a smile spread over his face. He tossed aside his girlie magazine and held his massive cock vertical.