Warren Reagan - The hotter the daughter

Fighting to catch her raging breath, she moaned. "Oh, Johnny! You're the first one to ever touch me down there."

He grinned as his finger found the tight tissues of her pussy-flaps. He pressed his finger between her hot, gooey cunt-lips.

"And this?" He grinned, wiggling his knuckle. "How does this turn you on?"

"That's even better."

"Last night, I didn't know you were a virgin," he said, drilling deeper into her slushy pussy.

"You mean my cherry?"

"Yeah. The way you opened up for me, I thought you'd been screwed before. It all happened so quick."

"I cherried myself, a long time ago. But tonight, what's left – is all yours."

"Every bit?"

"Yes, my cunt, my tits, my ass – whatever you want," she replied, lowering her hand to his cock-bulge.

His cock throbbed under her palm. Mother was right once again. Instant hard-on!

"Just don't hurt me."

She mashed the swollen bone tight against his leg, and moved it up and down under his Levi's.

"It's so stiff!" she sighed. "I never got a chance to see it last night."

With one finger up her cunt, her pussy slushed streams of juice. His thumb fondled her thick thatch of blonde pussy-hair. Her heart pounded in her chest so hard that she could hardly breathe.

"You're so beautiful, Gerta," he sighed. "Would you unzip my fly? I'd like to feel your fingers on my prick-skin."

"Don't ask, my darling," she told him, ever so softly. "Just tell me what to do! I want to please you."

"You do know what you're saying?"

"Yes," she sighed.

"Then unzip my friggin' fly!" He grinned, a twinkle glowing in his dark-brawn eyes.

Her lips parted in a hot lusty grin. "That's the way I'd like you to talk to me. It's so fuckin' naughty, it makes my cunt burn."

She fumbled for the zipper, drawing it down.

"Now take my fuckin' prick out."

Eyes glued to Johnny's crotch, she slid her hand inside his slacks and fished for the hard shank of his cock under his tight briefs. She felt the hot, throbbing hulk and yanked it out.

The thick hunk of cock-meat reminded her of the dildo she and her mother had used last night. Only this prick was real man-meat – hot, alive, quivering and wet. It felt so much better than the piece of cold latex that had fucked her last night.

His bright red cock-head throbbed in her hand and dribbled thick drops of cream from its piss-hole. It wobbled before her like a shining fat spike. She watched as a big gob of goo dripped from the tip and ran slowly down his shaft, trickling on her hot fingers.

Gerta looked up at Johnny. "I want to see what your prick tastes like."

"Better yet," he chuckled. "Why don't you lick where that measly drop came from. Would you go down on me, Gerta?"

She nodded, then lowered her head to his bulbous cock-head.

Johnny stretched his legs out on the couch. "Lick the fucker!"

She opened her mouth and engulfed the tip of his hot cock into her warm mouth. Her tongue swirled around the mass of cock-meat, sucking his piss-hole.

"It tastes fishy," she moaned. "But I like it."

"Keep sucking."

"Yes, my darling," she moaned, thrilled as she bobbed her head up and down along the long, fat fuck-shaft. She felt his thick cock-head rub against the back of her throat.

"Oh, honey!" he groaned. "You sure do know how to suck cock!"

Her fingers slid down to the base of his prick and held his balls. She cupped the fat balls with her other hand and pumped her head up and down his throbbing shaft with a renewed frenzy.

He humped his cock at her mouth. Like the vibrator, last night, his prick slid down her warm throat like a stick of slick butter. He began moaning.

She liked the power she seemed to have over him as her lips glided over his rock-hard prick. She squeezed his balls harder and gently bit the tip of his prick.

She kept swallowing his milky cream as quickly as it drooled from his piss-hole. Everything was so wonderful, until he pushed her head away.

Her eyes darted to his face. His cheeks were flushed scarlet. He was panting.

"I-I have to rest awhile," he puffed. "I'll… I'll spill my friggin' nuts if I don't."

"Shit!" she groaned. She was just beginning to really get, started.

"I'd like to suck your tits. I'd like to see your beautiful body, lick your cunt. If I shoot my wad now, I'd be conked out. It would be all over. And we may not have too much time left before your mother comes home."

Gerta leaned over and kissed his mouth, her lips still wet and sticky from his cock-juice.

"Don't worry about my mother." She giggled. "She's on your side."

Johnny frowned. "What if she barged in and found us like this?"

"She would probably want some too!" Gerta chuckled.

"I don't believe it!"

"Trust me." She giggled.

"Your mother must be some hot woman."

Gerta felt her itchy cunt twitching. "She is. But let's not talk – let's fuck!"

Biting the lobe of her ear, Johnny smiled. "If you're so fuckin' sure about your mother, let's go up to your bedroom where we can get more comfortable. It's too fuckin' cramped here on the couch."

She stood and took his hand. "I'm sure about Mommie, and my bed is just like your prick! Just the right size!"

Upstairs, Johnny kicked off his shoes and sprawled, belly up, across the big bed.

"Gerta, let me watch you take your clothes off."

Gerta nodded. She felt his dark-brown eyes race up and down her big luscious tits, her long tapered legs, her slim ass, making her pussy quiver and her pulse quickened.

It was all so easy, just like her mother said it would be. A stiff prick turned a man into a meek little pussy-cat.

Standing on the far side of the large room, she began to undo the buttons on her white, nylon blouse. She watched his eyes follow the thin fabric as she drew it down across her slim shoulders and tossed it across the room onto a chair.

But then his mood swung.

His face grew passionate as she clasped her hands together around the back of her neck and tuned her torso so that he could see her big tits from all directions.

She saw his eyes bulge as she felt the red-hot blood surging through her body. She eyed the spike in his trousers, standing like a log tenting the blue denim fabric.

"Take your fuckin' pants off. And your shorts too. I want to see your friggin' prick quiver when you see my cunt."

He gave her a devilish grin as he unbuckled his belt and slid his trousers down over his ass. While his legs kicked the garment to the floor, his hands stretched the elastic top on his briefs, and his cock popped out.

Her pussy dripped as she watched him arch his legs over the bed. She saw his sac of balls and his tiny brown shit-hole when he reached up and tugged the tight shorts over his legs.

"God!" she moaned. "You have the cutest little asshole."

"Take your skirt off," he sighed, impatiently. Undoing the zipper on her short, white skirt, she wiggled her hips and it fell to her feet.

Thousands of prickly needles raced across her spine when she noticed the way he gaped at her soft blonde cunt fuzz.

In her mirror, she saw how her pussy-juices had made a big river flow down her legs.

"You did this to me!" She giggled as she ran her fingers across her bulging pussy. "It's all hot and itchy, ready for your prick!"

"Christ, honey, you sure are stacked," he marveled as she stood in the center of the room, bare-assed naked.

Turning her body sideways, she teased him. "I'm glad you like them. Every fuckin' bit is yours." She wiggled her taut tits back and forth. "My God, how they cry for your lips!"

"Come here, honey," he rasped, his voice thick with passion. "Kneel down beside the bed and I'll make your tits happy."

She hardly noticed the room rowing dark as she ran over to the bed.