Warren Reagan - The hotter the daughter

She spread her legs as her fingers flew over her drenched mound of pubic hair. It felt wet, soft. Her middle finger found her juiced cuntflaps. They felt puffed, hot, itchy.

She stroked them and shivered in passion, as a jolt of electricity stabbed through her belly. Good God, was she hot! Her cunt-stink whiffed past her nose, exciting her until she plunged the finger deep inside and wiggled the tip against her pussy-lining. She felt her raging hard clit slip across her knuckle. She closed her eyes and went into a world of her own.

Just the thought of having Frankie's nakedness cuddled against her for one whole night made her heart pound. She began working her gooey finger in and out of her fuck-hole, masturbating herself. Already, she felt her syrup wet the sheets under her ass. What a fuckin' night this will be. Christ! How much she had learned during the past twenty-four hours about cocks. Cocks! She loved them!

"Move your ass over and stop playin' with yourself," Frank said. He pushed her over and lay down beside her. "Christ, you're beautiful here in the moonlight!"

He drew her into his arms for a deep, piercing, sloppy kiss.

Gerta smiled. She lowered her hand between his legs. His prick was hard, his cockhead wet.

"I see you've come alive again. I was beginning to get worried."

"Worried about what?"

"Having you konk out on me. I'm hot."

"I never met a girl like you!" He grinned. "You're wonderful!"

She slid a leg between his thighs and felt his balls, hot, sweaty, against her inner thigh. "How come?"

"You're always so ready for a lay." He traced the tip of his tongue across the bridge of her pert little nose.

"That's because I've been a good girl for so long." She pushed over on top of him and crushed her tits into his hairy chest, his stiff cock wedged between her thigh and his stomach. "Now that I've found out what a prick is for, I plan to spend the rest of my life putting the fuckin' knowledge to good use."

She watched his eyes grow dreamy. It made her heart race.

"Slip your hand down and put your fucker in my belly," she said.

Frankie slid his hand down between their naked bodies aud grabbed his swollen prick. While Gerta arched her ass, he fed the long, fat log between her juicing cunt-slit, and slid it slowly up the spongy lining of her pussy.

"Christ," Frankie moaned. "You're soaking wet down here!"

She felt big gobs of her mucky cunt-honey gush down her legs, as his massive prick plowed up her slick, slippery fuck-tube, his bulbous cock-head forcing out the gooey, sizzling, syrup like a gusher, down his prick to puddle all over the crisp, clean bed sheets under his ass.

"I know!" she sighed. "Ain't it wonderful?" He wrapped his arms around her, squashing her big tits tight to his chest. He began to fuck.

"Frankie, no!" she cried. She brushed her mouth across his lips. "We have all fuckin' night. Just let me feel you in me."

His distended prick filled her tight slit.

The terrible sexual itch in her cunt tantalized her.

No way did she want this to stop. She yearned to feel every inch of his prick, his balls, his ass. She wanted to taste his spit, his sweat, his piss, his cum, his shit – everything!

She rolled her hips slightly, feeling his cockhead pulse against her pussy walls. "Just let me enjoy your pecker for awhile."

Frankie smiled dreamily. "It's your fuckin' show."

She felt like a sex-maddened, whore-bitch, but she didn't give a shit. Nothing could spoil this special night. Forcing herself down until she felt his cock full depth in her pussy, she squeezed her cunt muscles as tight as she could.

She pried her ass upward, clamping his impaled pussy-fucker.

"Christ!" Frankie gasped. "That drives me crazy!"

"That's your fuckin' problem." She reined when she felt his slippery boner in the pit of her stomach.

"I hope to hell all my problems always feel this good."

"When I get finished with you, shit-head, you'll be lucky if you can walk out to the car without limping bow-legged."

"But we'll have to take a slight break."

"Fuck you!"

"My prick's getting soft."

"What the fuck do you mean by your prick's getting soft?"

"It does that sometimes, when I have to piss."

Gerta shot him a whimsical grin. "Piss?" Her blue eyes rolled in their sockets.

She felt her mouth water. "Piss? Son-of-a-bitch! That's just what I was dreaming of. You fuckin' whore's asshole, you can piss your friggin' stream in my fuckin' mouth!"

"You're kidding!"

"The hell I am!"

She yanked her cunt up of his cock and spun around on the bed. Grabbing his softening prick, she worked the foreskin down and rubbed her tongue over his sticky cock-head.

"Now piss! Or I'll bite off the head of your pecker!"

Gerta tasted the mixture of his juices mixed with hers as she sucked the slopping prick-mess between her lips.

For a moment Frankie just lay there.

Gerta bit the tip of his pisser with her sharp front teeth. "Piss, you bastard, piss!"

Frankie grunted. "Christ! That hurt! Don't bite! I'm trying!"

She felt the muscles in his stomach puff out as he squeezed his gut. She clamped her lips tight around his cock-head as his cock stiffened and hot piss began to sizzle down her throat with the force of a fiery jet stream.

She felt it careen across the roof of her mouth, swirling against her teeth, her gums, her tongue. Even swallowing as fast as she could, half of the hot, yellow piss had found its way past her lips and squirted down her chin, across her cheeks. It cascaded, like a waterfall, down her chest. Her tits were drenched with hot, yellow piss. His legs were covered with the rich aroma of a urinal in a steamy whorehouse crapper.

It made the pit of her belly feel warm.

She began to suck the tip of his piss-hole as she gulped down the fiery juice. It tasted wonderful.

Her stomach bloated as endless gusty gushes blasted down her throat. It was like an aphrodisiac. It made her young blood boil.

Done pissing, Frankie sighed. "Christ! That felt good! But the fuckin' bed sheets are soaking wet."

"Oh, shit!" she replied. "Quit your bitching! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

She kissed the tip of his cock between each phrase. Gerta twisted her body, placing her tits on Frankie's chest.

"I want it! Dear God, Frankie, your pissing in my mouth made me feel so friggin' hot and horny, my cunt feels like a boiling kettle." Her hand roamed down his belly until it found his fucker. Her heart leaped. It was rip-roaring hard again. "Put it in me!"

In a flash, Frankie wrapped his arms around her back and rolled her over his chest to the dry side of the bed and, mounted her.

"Now say your prayers," he chided. "Because I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"

"Promises, promises! Stick it in me, shithead! You talk too fuckin' much!"

Her hot cunt was so wide open that his hard prick found its way into her sloppy, juiced fuck tube without an ounce of effort. He buried his twelve inches deep inside her.

Immediately, they began fucking at a feverish pace – cock and cunt beating a rhythm of fiery hot, peppery lust that made the bed springs squeak.

"My God, Frankie! You weren't kidding! It's good! So fuckin' good!"

"You're made for fucking, Gerta! So Goddamned tight!"

"Bullshit! Your prick is so friggin' big, you could fuck a mason jar and still be cramped."

Gerta could feel the heat of their passion causing torrid sweat to break out over their young bodies as their fervid fucking thrusts clashed their hips together wildly. They pounded each other's cock and cunt in and out with sexual abandon. Mixed with Frankie's hot piss, the mixture lubricated their skin, and her big tits rolled up and down his chest with each stroke of his swollen, slippery cockshaft.