Warren Reagan - The hotter the daughter

Her cunt gripped his prick, spilling hot fuckjuice around the base of his prick that foamed into a soapy lather. It trickled down her ass and soaked the sheets. She raised her legs and scissored them tight around his fucking hips.

Her cunt gripped his slithering cock-shaft in a vise-like grip. Her whole body seemed on fire. When Frankie pulled out, her tight cunt-walls milked his cock of every drop of his juice. When he thrust in, her pussy relaxed and allowed his swollen prick to plow through her sleeky cunt walls and spread them open.

The room began to smell of piss and cock juice and girl-honey. The spicy aroma made Gerta's heart pound faster.

"My God, Frankie! Where in all fuckin' hell did you learn to fuck?"

"Christ, I thought you wanted to fuck, not take notes!"

"You're so fuckin' good, is all I meant."

"Fuck! You wanted it! Now fuck!"

"You're making me cum…"

Frankie slammed down one more time. Gerta could feel his prick quiver.

"Me too!" he shrieked.

His prick, cemented to Gerta's puffy cuntflaps and buried to the hilt, shot a load of hot, creamy jism up her fuck-chute.

"Christ!" he groaned. "What a fuckin' night!"

His load had filled her warm womb with boiling sperm. She felt her pussy suddenly contract, and a spasm of cum seared through her fuck tunnel and she opened her mouth and screamed. "Oh, my God! I'm cooooooominggggggggg! Cooooooominggggggggg!"

Her body went all mushy. It relaxed under him like a washed-out rag. Her breath came – in short, ragged pants. She had trouble moving her arms. It was an effort to extricate her legs from around Frankie's hips. The world seemed to stand still.

In a fog, she remembered Frankie sliding off her. At least twice during the night she felt his finger toying with her pussy.

She woke up at noon and they fucked again, but this time – their passionate heat satisfied – they fucked with tenderness.

Unlike the night before, they loved with sweet kisses and affection.

"Poor Frankie," she purred. "You had to sleep in your pee all night."

Frankie chuckled. "To tell you the truth, Gerta, I don't remember. When I woke up this morning, though, the sheets were dry, the sun was shining – and I had a hard-on."

"I seem to remember that!" She giggled. "Do you think we could find something to eat?"

"My poor darling, you must be starved." She sniffed. "We smell like a piss-house. Would you like to take a bath with me?"

He shook his head. "I'd love to, but not yet. You smell sweet and sexy just the way you are, let's wait. I'm not finished fucking you yet!"

"Shall we eat – nude?"

"You are a whory bitch!" He laughed. "Feel my prick. It's getting hard just thinking about watching your tits over the breakfast table."

Gerta thought she would find her mother and perhaps Johnny, in the kitchen when they went down for breakfast, around one o'clock. But instead, cousin Rachel sat at the table, reading a book, a big smile on her face.

As Gerta and Frankie, both naked as two jaybirds, walked into the kitchen, Rachel shrieked. "What the fuck are the Beck's running here? A fuckin' whorehouse?"

Frankie slid to the table and sat down, apparently trying to cover his stiffening, naked prick.

Gerta giggled. "Who the fuck wants to know?"

"I do!" Rachel grinned at Frankie, her green eyes running across his bare, hairy chest, his bulging biceps.

She turned to Gerta, who was searching through the refrigerator. "What have you two been doing?"

Gerta took a box of eggs and a package of bacon from the shelf and nudged the door shut with a swig of her bare ass.

"Fucking the shit out of each other!" She laughed. "What do you think? Playing spin-the-bottle?"

She put a fry-pan on the stove and turned on the gas, noting the redhead's eyes were roving over Frankie's body like a kid in the candy store.

She knew her cousin was mentally fucking the huge hunk of meat whose prick had been soaking in her pussy most of the night. But what the shit, she thought. Frankie's got plenty of cock for both of them.

Rachel's eyes darted back to Gerta. "First I find Johnny Peters humping your mother while she's bending over the sink washing dishes – both as naked as you two – when you and Frankie waltz in here with a lover's gleam shining over your fuckin' faces like you've been banging away at it all night long."

Gerta giggled. "We have been."

"All night? You mean Frankie and Johnny spent the night sleeping with you two assholes?"

"Jealous?"

"You bet the fuck I am! Boy, was your mother right when she said you just bloomed!"

Gerta winked at Frankie, smelling the odor of fried bacon. "How many eggs, lover?"

He held up six fingers, his face beaming. Rachel turned to Frankie. "How long are you staying?"

Before Frankie could answer, Gerta piped in. "The whole fuckin' week, I hope."

"A whole fuckin' week?"

"As far as I'm concerned, he can come live with me forever!" Gerta smiled.

"He's that good a lay, huh?"

Gerta broke an egg into the pan. She blew a kiss to Frankie. "The best!"

Rachel shook her head. "You know your mother and Johnny have been upstairs for a couple of hours. Don't you think you'd better look in on them?"

"Oh, shit," Gerta yawned. "Mommie's able to take care of herself."

"Fuck, Gerta," Rachel said. "You look tired. Why don't you go take a nap and I'll finish this poor boy's lunch?"

Gerta stuck out her tongue at her cousin. "Fuck you! And this happens to be our breakfast."

Rachel giggled. "At this hour?" Then she looked back at Frankie. "You must be some hell of a fuck!"

Gerta grinned. "You can bet your fuckin' life on it, cuz." She set a plate of bacon and eggs down in front of Frankie. "Eat, lover. You're going to need your strength." She looked at Rachel and smiled. "Want some too?"

"Cock?" Rachel giggled.

"Eggs!" Gerta corrected, placing another plate before her cousin.

"Well, you can't say I'm not trying."

Gerta chuckled and brushed a kiss on the redhead's brow. "If you're a good girl, maybe I can get you laid."

"Good girl?" Rachel beamed. "For a good lay, I'll go to fuckin' church for a month!"

"How about it, lover?" Gerta tuned to Frankie and laughed. "Would you like to fuck a green-eyed redhead?"

Frankie leaned way back in his chair and grabbed his prick.

"I think that I've got enough meat here for a try at it." He grinned, staring lewdly at Rachel.

But Gerta knew, had Rachel been looking under the table, that her cousin would have been awed by the spike that he held in his hand. Gerta could see the lust in the girl's face, could almost feel her cousin's heart pounding in her chest. How succulent Rachel's pussy must be! How dripping wet – oodles of ooze must be seeping into her fuckin' panties.

She remembered how hot and horny for a piece of ass the redhead had been, when they had sucked cunt yesterday afternoon.

They went upstairs.

As Gerta had guessed, Rachel gasped as she entered the bedroom, where Gerta and Frankie had been pissing and fucking for the past twelve hours.

"Son-of-a-bitch! This place stinks like a Spanish fuck-house. You two must have had a fuckin' ball up here!" Rachel shook her head, her eyes darting around the room. "Look at that bed! Sheets stained, pillowcases torn…"

She saw Frankie as he entered the room, her green eyes dropping to his groin. Her mouth hung open.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" she gasped, swing at his well-hung hard-on. "Look at the size of that prick! How the fuckin' hell did you take that much meat up your tight, little cunt? Didn't he rip you apart?"

Gerta felt giddy. "Want to chicken out?"

"No fuckin' way! If you can take that much cock, so can I!"

Rachel walked over to the naked Frankie, who had been standing in the doorway chuckling at the horny redhead, all feelings of his earlier embarrassment erased from his face.