"The Smiths come together!" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brown Frank)

CHAPTER THREE

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.

Morgan looked at his blonde-haired young daughter in her pink robe and bare feet, and he had a hard time not grabbing hold of her from behind and pressing his swelling cock up against her voluptuous ass. He could tell she was stark naked beneath her robe. Forcing himself to leave the kitchen, he went to his bedroom to change clothes. He was quivering all over.

Susanne served the hot chocolate in thick mugs. Father and daughter sat on the bearskin rug in front of the fireplace and watched the flames as they sipped their cocoa. The only light in the room came fro the flickering fire.

Like Susanne, Morgan was dressed in a robe, with nothing on underneath. If he had allowed it to, his cock would have snaked out of his robe and stood naked and vertical for Susanne to see. He stole glances at Susanne's long hair shimmering in the firelight, at her sexy bare feet, at her adorable profile with her upturned nose and full, sensuous lips. He remembered the taste of Candy's mouth, and he knew Susanne's mouth would be even sweeter.

Susanne giggled self-consciously, as if the cocoa were making her drunk and giddy. Her pussy was throbbing, her pussy-juice dribbling out of it like hot, melted butter. She kept wiggling her toes and squirming, giving her dad flirtatious glances. Through the open top of his robe, she could see his muscular bare chest, and she could tell he was completely naked underneath the robe. She had never been this close and intimate with an adult man before, let alone with her own dad, and she was surprised at how turned on she was.

"What are you giggling about?" her dad said.

"Nothing," Susanne said coquettishly. She intentionally brushed her toes against his foot.

Her dad downed the dregs of his cup as if chugging a shot of brandy. As Susanne refilled his cup, he stared reflectively into the fire.

She's not trying to seduce me, Morgan told himself. It's impossible. She can't be trying to seduce me. She's just being what she is – a giggly, flirtatious teenaged girl. They're all that way, damn them!

"Is something wrong, Daddy? You look a little funny. Don't you like the cocoa?"

"It's delicious," Morgan said. "I'm just tense from driving in that blizzard. I'm surprised I made it home."

Susanne put down her cup. She kneeled behind her father and began to massage the muscles of his upper back and shoulders. "Relax," she said.

Morgan started to melt. He let his head droop forward. "Mmmn, that feels great!"

"You are tight," Susanne said. "Why don't you let your robe down so I can dig deeper into the muscles?"

Before Morgan could answer, she was pulling the robe off his shoulders.

He sat there bare-torsoed, with the robe draped around his waist and covering his legs. Susanne's soft, warm hands stroked the bare flesh of his upper back and shoulders.

"You're really muscular," Susanne said. "More muscular than Patrick even."

"I should hope so," Morgan said. He worked out at the health club regularly, where he lifted weights, whereas Patrick only worked out at the dance studio.

Susanne leaned close to her father, pressing her swollen tits against his back. Even through the robe, he could feel her nipples pressing like fingertips into his flesh.

She put her chin on his head as she massaged his chest and abdomen. She was flushed and shaky, unable to believe how daring she was getting. The more she rubbed her father's naked flesh, the more turned on she got. She itched and throbbed between her cuntlips, and her pussy-cream ran in trickles down her inner thighs. As she rippled her fingers down her dad's belly, she could sense that his cock was hard underneath his robe.

Morgan was on the verge of losing his mind.

Susanne was draped all over him, for Christsake! Her fingers caressing his nipples and abdomen sent shivers through him. Her breath on his neck gave him goose bumps. He could smell her sweet, perfumed girl-flesh. He could feel her tits like firm balloons against his back, and he could feel her heartbeat.

"Would you like me to massage you now?" he managed to say, his throat so dry he could hardly swallow.

"I'd love it," Susanne said. She slid away from him and lay face-up on the bearskin rug. "My legs are really sore from dancing."

Keeping his robe draped around his waist, Morgan leaned over his daughter and began to stroke and knead her silky-skinned feet and legs. Susanne closed her eyes, sighing, melting under her dad's touch. Her robe fell open in front, revealing all of her tits but her nipples as the voluptuous mounds rose and fell. As her dad stroked up her legs, her toes worked sensuously.

"Feels good, Daddy."

Morgan's hands shook. He could sense she was all his. He still wasn't sure whether she was intentionally trying to seduce him, but he was sure that she wouldn't resist any advance he made. As he stroked her thighs, his fingers sliding farther and farther up under her robe, she spread her legs little by little, gradually opening herself up to him. His fingers slid into the buttery, warm fluid on her inner thighs and his heart stopped. She was burning up between the legs, drooling with lust just as Candy had drooled. Losing all control, Morgan flung her robe open.

"Oh, Daddy!" Susanne stretched, arching her back and shoving her naked loins up in the air. Her blonde pussy throbbed in his face. The hot juices bubbled out of her cunt.

Morgan went crazy at the sight of her nakedness. His own robe fell away as he crawled between her legs and pushed his face between her thighs. His cock throbbed wildly, oozing lube with each pulsation. He shoved his nose against Susanne's golden pussy and began to suck at her juicy cunt-furrow. His tongue probed between her pussylips and slipped inside her cunt-hole.

"Eeeeeh, Daddy, eat me!"

Susanne squirmed like a butterfly stuck on a collector's pin. Grinding her cunt in her dad's face, she fucked herself on his fucking tongue. Morgan was delirious. He'd never tasted anything so sweet and exciting in his life as his daughter's pussy. Her honey-tart juices poured into his mouth, dribbled down his chin and ran down his neck. Her slurped and sucked and guzzled, eating his daughter's cunt-flesh, gnawing on her squirming little clit. His head filled with the taste and smell of her. Her cunt-hairs got caught between his teeth.

"Lick it deep!" Susanne moaned. "Oh, suck it, eat it! Oh, Daddy, that drives me crazy!" She wrapped her legs around her dad's head and fucked his face as he sucked.

Morgan could hardly breath, but who cared? He'd gladly smother to death between his daughter's smooth young legs. He'd gladly drown in her tangy fuck-juices. He wished he could shove his entire head inside her.

His tongue twisted in her seething, contracting pussy-hole, the tip of it probing the fluffy folds and crevices of her pink cuntal walls. As he licked and sucked, he slid his hands up her belly until he was squeezing and rubbing her tits, until he was pinching and rolling and puffing on her nipples.

Susanne writhed, gasping and whimpering. Even Patrick had, never eaten her out with such hunger. No boy had ever given her a cunt-lapping like this. It felt like her dad was going to eat her crotch all the way to her tits. He was going to devour her entire body.

"Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy, yesss!"

Morgan growled like a starving dog, rubbing his nose between Susanne's swollen, throbbing cuntlips, twisting and darting his tongue in her contracting fuck-hole. Hot juices flowed into his mouth as if squeezed out of a sponge. He sucked and slurped and swallowed, unable to get enough of the taste of her.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!" Susanne gibbered, out of her mind.

Her legs tightened so hard around his head that she feared his skull would crack like an eggshell. Each flick of his tongue sent electricity shooting through her cunt. As his nose fucked her clit and his tongue fucked her cunt, her loins overflowed with fuck-tension and she exploded with pleasure.

"Eeeeeeh, I'm coming!"

Morgan choked as his daughter's fuck-juices poured into his mouth. He gripped her by the hips to slow the wild jerking of her loins. As the spasms ripped through her, he felt the muscles of her slim waist contracting against his fingers. Her clit turned hard as steel, twitching and vibrating.

"Daddy! Oh, Daddy, yessss!" Susanne's eyes relied. Her body shuddered. Her toes clutched air as the sensations pulsed through her again and again.

Morgan's right hand went to his cock. He pumped his foreskin up and down. The itch in his cock demanded relief.

As Susanne's body reined and her legs fell away from his head, as she lay exhausted before him on the bearskin rug, he lowered himself on top of her and stuck his cock between her cuntlips.

"Oh, Daddy!" Susanne moaned. "Stick it in!"