Frank Brown: The Smiths come together!

"Feel me all over!" she panted. "Feel me up!" She squirmed against Morgan, the pussy cream running down her legs, her tits flapping in his face.

She was almost too hot to handle. He'd fantasized about girls acting this way, but now that he actually had one on his lap, squirming like she'd jump out of her skin, he didn't know what to do with her first. He wished he were naked too, so he could feel her voluptuous young body against his bare flesh. He rubbed his hands over every inch of her body that he could reach. He began licking and sucking her tits. His cock throbbed against her belly, and his fuck-lube poured out.

"I wanna be fucked!" Candy moaned. "Now! Right now! Before I go nuts!"

She grabbed Morgan's cock, guided it into position between her thighs, and sank her cunt down on it. His prick disappeared inside her to the hilt.

"Oh, Mr. Smith! Mmmmm!"

Morgan saw stars. His cock had never felt so good. His thick club of fuck-meat was completely inside the girl's hot young body. He crushed her in his arms, growling as he churned his cock inside her cunt.

"Ohhhh, it feels so good against my clit!" Candy moaned. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she began to slide up and down, fucking him.

Morgan's fingers encircled her slender waist. He twisted her body this way and that as she fucked up and down on his cock and rubbed her silky hot tits in his face. He started licking and biting and sucking her nipples. Her cunt contracted rhythmically around his cock, and her pussy-juices drenched his balls.

"Listen to your big cock squish inside me!" Candy panted. "That sound turns me on! Mmmm, I love to fuck a big hard cock!"

"I love to fuck a hot young pussy," Morgan moaned. "I love to fuck you!"

Candy squealed. "Oh, Mr. Smith, make me come! Make me come quick! I can't stand it!"

Neither could Morgan. "Can I come inside you, baby?"

"Of course!" Candy said. "That's how I want it! Shoot your jizz inside me!"

Morgan growled, ramming his cock up Candy's sizzling cunt as she bounced, grinding her cunt down on bone-hard prick. Her pussy was as tight as a fist. Her tits flapped in his face. Her cunt-juices drenched his balls and got the car seat slick under his ass. The car rocked.

Candy's eyes rolled back. "Oh, Mr. Smith! I feel it! I'm gonna come!"

Morgan felt her body quiver against him, felt her seething young cunt squeeze. Bear-hugging her, he rammed his cock up her fuck-hole with all his strength, trying to make his cockhead come out her mouth. He rammed his cock to her womb as her cunt erupted with spasms. She shrieked, her body jerking, only the whites of her eyes showing. As her pussy sucked his cock, he exploded inside her, fucking his cum-load into her pussy.

"Oh, Candy! Oh, baaaby!" Morgan grunted with each spasm, with each drilling spurt. "Take it, baby! It's yours!"

"Eeeeeh!" Candy squealed. "Ohhhh! Ooooh!"

She writhed in Morgan's arms, screwing her pussy down on his cock again and again. Her toes curled and her nipples, almost split open with hardness. She was a girl in total ecstasy.

Candy giggled as she pulled up off Morgan's cock. "Thanks, Mr. Smith. I really needed that. I get so horny when I'm in a car with a man, especially with a handsome man like you. I hope you will give me a ride again sometime. Now you'd better get me home, before Mom gets worried."

By the time Morgan had pulled up his pants, Candy had dressed completely. Morgan had never seen anybody dress or undress so quickly. Candy must have had lots of experience taking off her clothes and putting them back on.

After dropping Candy off, Morgan drove home in a daze. His cock was still sticky in his pants with her fuck-juice. The car reeked of hot pussy. He didn't think he'd ever wash his cock again. He knew he'd never be able to drive his car again without getting a hard-on. He stared ahead into the snow and darkness, hardly aware of where he was going.

Susanne Smith sat cross-legged on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace. Her robe had fallen open in front and the heat from the fire fell on her tits and belly and between her legs. She imagined a tongue slowly licking her crotch, and a few drops of pussy-juice oozed from between her golden-furred cuntlips. She caught the sticky droplets with her fingertip and tasted them. Tart-sweet, like a strong honey.

It was too bad Patrick wouldn't be able to give her the usual cunt-lapping tonight, she thought. He and Mom were trapped at the ballet school, snowed in. Mom had just called to say that she wasn't going to chance driving borne in her car, and that under no circumstances was Dad to try to return to the school tonight to pick her and Patrick up. Mom and Patrick would make themselves comfortable at the studio for the night.

Lucky Mom! Susanne thought wickedly. She knew nothing would happen between Patrick and Mom, but it turned her on to imagine Patrick working over Mom with that tent pole cock of his. Mom could use a little loosening up. Mom was getting much too tight and strict in her old age, and if anything could soften her up, it would be Patrick's eleven-inch prick.

Susanne slipped a finger up her pussy, lazily jerking off as she bathed in the warmth of the fire. She felt wicked this evening. There was something exciting about being snowed in. She knew that before she went to sleep tonight she would jerk off a dozen, times.

She was really going to miss her big brother's tongue, though. She couldn't remember the last time he'd failed to give her a cunt-sucking before bedtime. He'd been sucking her off for years. He said she had the sweetest-tasting cunt of any dancer at the school. And he ought to know – he'd sucked off every girl there at least once, and most of them dozens of times. He'd fucked most of them, too.

If Mom only knew about Patrick, she'd shit in her leotards! Morn thought Patrick was such a pure, innocent boy!

Susanne laughed out loud at her mother's ignorance. She pulled her finger out of her pussy and smeared pussy-cream on her big toe. She extended her leg toward the fireplace, drying the spit-like cunt-juice on her toe in the dry heat of the fire.

Mom and Dad think Patrick and I are such saints, she mused. If they only knew the truth, they'd die. Patrick had not only been sucking her every night for years, he'd been fucking her too – and not always up the pussy. Patrick enjoyed fucking a girl's asshole, and Susanne had learned to enjoy a good ass-fucking. In fact, her asshole could have used some cock action tonight.

Susanne started fingering her asshole, but at that moment the garage door opened and she jumped up to peek through the living room curtains. Her dad's car was laboring in the driveway, spinning through nearly two feet of snow as he tried to steer it into the garage. The snow was coming down so hard that Susanne could hardly see through the beams of the car's headlights. As the car crawled into the garage, Susanne fastened her robe and ran to the kitchen to heat up the chocolate.

Her dad came in looking snow-blind and punch drunk. He looked at Susanne for a few moments as if he didn't even see her, then blinked his eyes a few times and gazed at her as if she were an apparition.

"Barefooted?" he said. "Shouldn't you be wearing slippers?"

"I'm not cold," Susanne said. "I was just sitting in front of the fire and I'm going right back there once the cocoa's ready. Mom called and said she and Patrick are sleeping at the studio tonight. She doesn't want you to even try picking her up."

"Well, I don't know…" her dad said. His words trailed off as if he couldn't think too well.

"Get into something warm and comfortable," Susanne said, stirring the cocoa. "We'll have hot chocolate in front of the fire – just you and me. Won't that be romantic?" She giggled without looking at him.