Frank Brown: The Smiths come together!

"Yummy!" she said. "Now get up over me and let me suck your cummy cock."

Am I dreaming? Morgan wondered. Is this really my daughter? He almost felt a parental obligation to slap the little slut's face, to tell her she was a whore, and that she should behave. This couldn't be his innocent little Susanne!

The girl stuck her tongue out. Her mouth was open. Morgan's sense of parental outrage vanished as tingles of lust shot through his cock. Moving forward on his knees, his cock and balls dripping with cum, he straddled Susanne at the neck, lowered his ass to her tits and his slimy cock to her lips. Her tongue flicked at the underside of his prick head and he slipped his cockhead past her lips, into her mouth, down her soft, hot throat.

She looked like a small lizard trying to swallow a gigantic snake. Morgan was astounded to see her take his entire cock down her throat without her choking. She not only didn't choke, she didn't even gag. Her eyes shone mischievously as she began to suck, to munch, to smack her lips. She reached up to guide his hips, to coordinate the movements of his cock in and out of her mouth.

Susanne moaned, her eyes glazed aver. Morgan had never seen anything more beautiful, and yet more wicked. He stroked her forehead, her temples, and her silky hair. His big, cum-slick, pussy-slick cock slid in and out, his cock's veins rippling against her lips, his cockhead sliding from her lips to the depths of her hot, wet gullet. The sucking, slurping, lip smacking sounds she made, along with her moans and coos of lust and satisfaction, sent rushes of excitement through Morgan.

"Oh baby, I love you! I wish I could marry you," he said.

Susanne gave him an impish, smart-alecky glance that made him feel like an idiot. He was sure she was thinking: Divorce your wife and marry your daughter! You must be nuts!

"You sure love cock," he said. "Oh baby, suck it! I'm almost there!"

She pushed his hips away, forcing his cock out of her mouth. As his dripping cock throbbed in her face, she buried her nose in his balls, licking and sucking them, cleaning the sweat and cum and pussy-cream off them. He raised up so she could burrow under his balls and lick his crotch. Her tongue probed farther, and he planted his hairy ass crack over her nose. Groaning, growling, she licked from one end of the hairy cleft to the other. The excitement was too much for him, and Morgan grabbed his cock, working the foreskin up and down.

Susanne's hot tongue slipped up his asshole. Morgan had never felt anything like it. Electric tingles filled his asshole, saturated his swelling balls. He jerked on his cock hard, trying to crush out the rush of fuck-itch that pulsed through it. His ass mashed down on Susanne's face, squashing her nose between his asscheeks, forcing her tongue deeper up his asshole. The girl wriggled her tongue in all directions, licking him out deep, probing sensitive spots in his asshole. Morgan couldn't control himself. His hand pumped his cock and his pleasure rushed to a head. His balls contracted and the cum surged.

"I'm coming!"

Susanne squirmed violently, forcing him to move back off her face. As the first spurt of cum shot from his cock, she moved her face into position to receive it. The slimy spurt splashed against her forehead. The next spurt hit her cheeks. She took the third spurt of his jism in her open mouth. Her eyes were glazed, focused on Morgan's cock, on his open piss-hole, on the snakes of white cum hurling from his prick to splash on her face and in her mouth.

"Shoot it!" she panted. "Squirt it! Oh, yes!" Her tongue flapped. She made slurping, sucking noises. Cum ran in sticky rivers down her face. Suddenly her eyes rolled back and her body arched up at the loins. Her right arm jerked as she finger-fucked herself to a climax.

"Ohhhh yessss!" she hissed.

Morgan sank his softening, spent cock down her throat, letting her suck the cum from his piss-tube as she writhed with her own orgasm. She sucked like a hungry calf, her body jerking, and grunts of pleasure coming from deep in her throat. Morgan reached down, smearing his cum all over her face. At last, when she'd stopped spasming, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and replaced it with his cum-slick fingers. She sucked them greedily.

"I love cum," she mumbled as Morgan cleaned the cum off her face with his fingertips and fed it to her. "Mmmm, yummy!"

Patrick Smith was sitting naked on a bench in the boys' dressing room, playing with his eleven-inch prick and daydreaming about fucking every girl in the dance school. In his fantasy, all the girls were lined up on their hands and knees on the polished wood floor of the dance studio, their naked asses turned up so he could see both their assholes and pussies. And be was walking around, sniffing the air, stroking his cock, trying to decide which pussy or asshole to fuck first. Each girl was wiggling her ass and watching him over her shoulder, begging for him to fuck her first.

"Patrick? Patrick, darling? Are you still here, my pet?"

Patrick nearly hit the ceiling at the sound of his mother's voice. He grabbed his tights and stretched them up his long, muscular legs, then tucked his rigid cock down one leg of them.

"Patrick, answer me. Are you in the dressing room, darling?"

"Yes, Mother, I'm still here, doing a little extra stretching."

"May I come in?"

"Yes." Patrick quickly sat on the floor, his legs straight out in front of him, and leaned forward, grabbing his heels as he pulled his chin to his knees.

His mother stepped around the corner and into the room. "Darling, I've been looking for you. We must spend the night here, darling – you and I. The blizzard is too severe for travel. I've been on the phone, informing your father and Susanne – who have made it home safely – that you and I will not be joining them tonight."

Patrick glanced up. His mother was dressed in cellophane-thin leotards that he could almost see through. Her feet were bare. He could see the darker color of her nipples through the thin, elastic material. She had big tits, which always made his cock throb and tingle when he imagined them naked.

"How long have you been here, Mother? I thought you'd left a long time ago."

"I never left, darling. I've been in the office, looking over some paperwork."

"We're here alone, then?"

"Yes, darling. I just ushered out the last two girls, Wendy and Cynthia. I do hope they make it home in this storm. I'm sure they will. Both live within six blocks."

Patrick flushed. He hoped his mother hadn't heard him and the two girls making out in the dance studio.

"I thought everybody but me had left a long time ago," he said.

"So did I," Greta said. "But when I opened the office door, there were Cynthia and Wendy, bundled up like two Eskimos and just on their way out. When they saw me, they stopped giggling and went red in the face. Then they ran out. Silly girls! Am I that terrifying, darling?" Greta laughed and reached down to stroke her son's thick hair.

"You know how girls are," Patrick said. "Don't ask me to figure them out. So, what are we gonna do here all evening? Where are we gonna sleep?"

"I've kept sleeping bags stored here for just such an emergency," Greta said. "We can pretend we're camping. And as to keeping busy – we can dance, we can massage. I haven't had time myself to dance in so long, and your legs I'm sure can use a massage." She reached for Patrick's hand and pulled him to his feet.

"Come, darling, to the studio."

Patrick couldn't figure his mother out. She was acting strange this evening, almost drunk. She wasn't drunk, though. He couldn't smell any alcohol on her breath. He felt weird as his mother led him to the dance studio as if he and she were about to go onstage.