Warren Reagan - The hotter the daughter

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a shadow at the window.

She almost shit.

She ducked to the floor, and crept to the window ledge. Slowly, she raised he eyes – to the level of the windowsill.

Another pair of dark-brown eyes stared at hers from the other side of the window. It was a kid!

With a flash, she raised the window and grabbed hold of a head of dirty brown hair. With a yank, she drew the small boy over the windowsill and into her room. He landed at her feet, ninety pounds of squirming, kicking kid.

She saw that she had frightened him. He began to struggle, rubbing his dirty face with a much dirtier hand. His clothes were filthy, smeared with mud and grime as if he had slept in them for a week. A thin, scrawny, short, but kind of cute little runt.

He started to get up.

Gerta put a foot on his chest and pinned him to the floor.

"What the fuck are you trying to do to me, kid?" she yelled. "Rip me off?"

"No, honest!" he cried, staring at her pussy.

"Then what? I'll call the guys from downstairs, if you don't tell me the truth."

"I was just looking."

"Looking at what?"

"You!" He grinned.

"Me?"

His dirty face beamed. "Yeah. I saw you bare-assed the other day and climbed up your porch roof for a better look. You got nice tits!"

"A fuckin' Peeping-Tom! Where do you live, squirt?"

"Far from here. I ran away."

She reached down and taking the dazed boy to the bed. "You smell like a fuckin' pig pen. How long have you been watching me?"

"A couple of days."

"Then what do you do, squirt, jerk-off?"

"Sometimes."

Gerta giggled. "Well, at least you're honest. Have you ever had your pee-stick up a girl's pussy? I'll bet you're a damn good-looking kid without the dirt."

He blushed. "Naw, I ain't that lucky."

"No shit. Maybe I'd let you fuck me, but I don't fuck around with kids."

"Everybody says that. I bet I'm almost as old as you are."

"Well, get tour stinking clothes off before you make me puke and maybe we'll find out. I'll give you a bath."

"Bullshit!"

"Want me to call the guys downstairs?" He studied her face for a moment. "What the fuck are you running here – a fuckin' cat-house? I looked in one of the windows downstairs and everyone's feeling each other up."

"A fuck-party, if it's any of your business."

"Can you fix me up with a piece of ass?"

Gerta shrugged her shoulders. "Maybe." His face lit up. "For ass, I'd let the fuckin' devil give me a bath!"

He undid the buttons on his greasy shirt, and slipped it to the floor.

As Gerta watched, a warm glow began to grow in her loins. Her eyes followed his every move. It was true, he was much older than he looked. A handsome young Adonis, just budding into manhood.

He stood up and unzipped his jeans and his face blushed beet red when he dropped them to the floor. His young prick began to get hard.

She shivered as his soft prick began to harden. As she led him into the bathroom, the music blaring downstairs made Gerta's head spin. Every minute it grew wilder.

While she drew his bath, he took a seat on the toilet, his eyes rolling over her nakedness like a cat stalking a mouse.

"What the fuck do they call you, honey?" she asked as he stepped into the hot tub, his feet as black as his hair.

"Jack." He sat down in the water.

She started soaping his long, naturally curly hair. "You're going to be a knockout as you grow older, Jack."

He squirmed under her.

She rubbed the soap down around his shoulders as the grime melted from his body. The way he stared into her eyes began to make her feel all warm and tingly inside. Her cunt began to itch. What a pet he'd make sharing her bed on a cold winter night.

Jack began to eye her tits, and she knew that she wanted him more than all the rattle-headed Johnny's and Frankie's downstairs whose pricks darted from one cunt to another and thought of girls only as another piece of ass.

Reaching for his hand, she placed his palm on her plump tit-flesh.

"Play with them if you'd like, honey." She chuckled. "I love to be felt up."

Jack closed his hand around her tits, smacking his lips as if he'd just been offered a piece of cake. He kneaded her rich mounds of white tit-flesh crudely at first. Then he soaped his hand and started to rub the lather across her hardening pink nipple.

The caressing made Gerta's mouth water. She reached down between his legs and felt for his prick under the mound of soap suds. It had grown hard, six inches at least, and fat. His balls were full, ripe – like a pair of walnuts ready to be devoured.

She chuckled. "You're really hung!"

She thought of Frankie's twelve-inch cockshaft. "I've seen bigger cocks. But size doesn't count."

Jack surrounded a curvy tit with his thin fingers and squeezed her pink nipple. "I've been wanting to do this ever since I first saw your big tits through your window."

"And you've never taken a girl in the woods and fucked her?"

"No. My stepfather was always after my ass, making me keep busy mowing grass and stuff like that."

His hand moved to Gerta's other tit. He leaned over and lashed his tongue over her pink, pebbly areola, jabbing at the smooth skin, until they puffed with goose pimples.

"Well!" Gerta said. "That's all water over the damn. You can stay here until you figure out what to do."

"Neat! But I saw your mother. What would she say?"

Gerta laughed. "She's so fuckin' horny, she'd probably want a share of you, too!"

Gerta's hands were foaming their way down his belly. "And, we could play Daddy and Mommie. That's where Daddy fucks the shit out of Mommie!"

Jack leaned aver and pecked Gerta's lips. "I'd like that Mommie."

She smiled, feeling his lips lower to her tits and she squealed when he nibbled at her aching tit-melons.

"Don't bite!" She giggled. "Now stand up, and let Mommie wash Daddy's stud-stick. That's the thing you're going to fuck Mommie with later on."

"No shit? You're really gonna let me put my cock in you?"

Her face beamed. "You horny little bastard." Her cunt drooled, thinking how much fun she'd have in bed with his innocence. Imagine, she'd have her second virgin prick in twenty-four hours.

She worked the soap into a frothing lather and began rubbing his crotch, his soft balls, his stiffened cock. She cupped his balls in her hand and lifted them. They were a pale pink, covered with fine black hair.

Rosy red, his cock-head was circumcised, his bush a curly black fuzz. She turned him around. His ass was like a split apple, smooth, shining, hairless.

Fucking him would seem almost obscene, but she couldn't wait to get him in bed.

As Gerta washed his feet, a naked blonde girl she didn't know, came into the room, squatted over the john and pissed a stream. Without a word, she left, then Gerta rinsed Jack with warm water. She wiped him dry with a fleecy white towel.

"Christ!" Jack whispered. "What a fuckin' house! Bare-titted broads all over the place! My old man would shit!"

Gerta smiled and smacked his ass with her hand. "Now get in that fuckin' bed, you cuddly little darling, and let me give you a friggin' tongue-job that will knock your eyes out!"

On the bed, her hands ran across his legs, his thighs. He was so frail and tempting! Yet, there was so much of him that she couldn't decide where to begin.

She was intrigued with his cock, his balls, his taut-looking ass. She stroked his slim back. She massaged his ass. She ran her fingers downy between his legs and rubbed his balls. She stuck a finger into his shit-hole, rubbed it, prodded it and poked it.

Her cunt was wet and dripping.

She lowered her head to his ass and stuck out her tongue and started to lick. With her fingers, she parted his pink asscheeks and lapped his light-brown crack.