Warren Reagan - The hotter the daughter

She felt Rachel squirming and panting on top of her.

"Enough!" Rachel squealed. "It's too much!"

She eased her asshole off Gerta's finger, and Gerta sniffed the slight whiff of shit.

"I was as hot as a friggin' whore when I came up to see you. And now your ass-teasing made my cunt feel like a fiery cauldron."

Rachel leaped up and rolled her pink panties down to her ankles, then kicked them across the room.

"I haven't been laid in a month." She mounted Gerta, sitting on her cousin's tits, her legs framing each side of the ash-blonde's face. Her chin, her face, her nose was covered with the slush from Gerta's last night's fuck.

She ground her sizzling cunt into Gerta's chin. "Lap it nice and easy! Or I'll piss in your fuckin' face."

Rachel's crotch was a blazing tangle of fiery red hair. Her moist pussy was a slick of pink flesh, divided by a juicy slit. Her cunt dripped streaks of juice and Gerta began licking them away.

The taste surprised her.

She had tasted her own cunt-cream on hot nights when she had lain in bed, fingering her pussy. She had licked her fingers clean and enjoyed the slightly fishy taste. She loved the smell of her own hot pussy upon her fingers, the feeling of satisfaction when she brought herself to a climax.

But Rachel's pussy was something else. The smell alone sent buzzes of electricity up and down her spine. But most of all, it made her hotter than hell. So hot that her eyes closed in passion.

She brushed her lips against Rachel's swollen cunt-flaps. Breathless, she kissed her cousins cunt. She stuck out her tongue and worked it into the girl's slit. She sucked, savoring Rachel's golden nectar.

Gerta sighed. "I need something! Do something! Anything! Christ, I wish you had a prick!"

Again and again, Gerta's tongue lapped Rachel's clit, and each time her ass rocked across the bed. Her tits heaved against her cousin's fleshy ass. Her legs jerked in the air.

She was horny, hot, and frustrated.

Her pussy slushed juices, wetting her thighs. It drenched her mother's satin sheets with pools of slop. She felt the hot, sticky wetness under her ass. Her heart pounded and her pussy quivered.

"Rachel!" she screamed. "I think I'm going crazy!"

Only then did Rachel swing around, jamming her cunt back into Gerta's face.

Like two bitches in a whorehouse, they sucked each other, finger-fucked each other, moaned and squealed and rubbed their tits into each other.

Then, suddenly, Rachel's cunt began to convulse and twitch. Gerta felt the girl's pussy muscles getting taut.

"I'm coming! I'm coming! Oh, God!" And Gerta followed.

She felt the tingling start in the pit of her stomach. It began to spiral down her gut. Her body went stiff, and she dug her heels into the bed and her hips arched. She exploded into Rachel's mouth, once – twice – three times.

It was over.

And for the longest time, they could only manage to lie there, panting, their chests heaving, each gulping in deep breaths of fresh air.

Then Rachel rolled off her cousin and slowly swung her sweaty body around to the head of the bed.

Rachel grinned. "We must do this more often."

Gerta threw her arms around Rachel's neck and hugged her cousin. "Wow! Anytime!"

They kissed, then Rachel rolled over on her back, cupping her hands behind her neck. She was staring at the ceiling.

"You know, Gerta," she said after a few minutes. "For some reason I've been having trouble finding a boy friend. I could use a good piece of ass. Think you could fix me up like you did for Aunt Sarah?"

Gerta's eyes sparkled. "I'll talk to Johnny tonight."

Rachel laughed. "Cousin, how you've changed!"

Mrs. Beck seemed obsessed by only one thing – getting laid.

Gerta saw it in her mother's pretty blue eyes when she came back from Aunt Clara's, later that afternoon – they were shining, vibrant, lusty. She hadn't ever seen her mother so happy. Her pretty face beamed, her cheeks were rosy.

And all she talked about was Johnny. She wanted to know if he had sucked her daughter's pussy, if he had fucked her once or twice last night.

She followed her daughter into the bathroom and watched her daughter shower, asking if he had Gerta go down on his cock.

When it was time for the boys to arrive, her mood swung. Her hands trembled and a dozen times, she asked Gerta how she looked in the dress she had decided to wear, then at the last minute she changed into a thin, satiny, red short skirt with a low-cut blouse to match.

"Mommie!" Gerta laughed when the woman walked into the living room and showed off her new outfit. "That's the third change you made tonight!"

"I know," her mother sighed. "I feel like a schoolgirl on her first date. Do you think the boys will really show up?"

Gerta looked amused. "Don't you think they want a fuckin' piece of ass as much as we do?"

Her mother sighed. "God, I don't know, baby. I want a prick in me so much I can almost taste it!"

As if in answer to the woman's prayers, a car pulled up in front of the house.

"They're here," Gerta said softly, racing over to the window.

"Oh my God, Gerta, I think I'm going to faint!" she moaned. "You let them in."

But now Gerta began to catch her mother's nervousness. Her heart began to race. She felt a warm trickle flow from her cunt, dripping slowly down her thighs. Peeking through the curtains, she saw Frankie Barker get out.

Good Lord, he was handsome! Much more so than Johnny. Black, wavy curls flowed around his ears in ripples that fluttered in the cool summer breeze.

It felt strange, but exciting, knowing that this hunk of flesh and muscle came to fuck her. She wore no panties and when she crossed her legs to keep her slut-juices from dripping on the rug, the pussy-dew made the insides of her legs sticky.

They walked toward the door.

Frankie was nicely dressed in red slacks and a white sport shit. Her mouth watered when she saw his massive shoulders. They were wide, and she guessed that he was well over six feet tall.

"Mommie!" Gerta gasped as she felt her mother slide an arm around her slim waist, joining her at the window. "He's a real dream!"

Mrs. Beck gulped. "Which one are you talking about?"

Gerta giggled, and her heart skipped a beat when the doorbell rang.

At the door, Johnny introduced Frankie and they both shot each other a shy smile. When Gerta turned, however, she saw that her mother was sitting in a chair on the far side of the room and was nonchalantly leafing through a book.

But her hands were still shaking.

Gerta made the introductions, and the boys sat, Johnny taking a chair next to her mother, Frankie on the sofa.

Gerta slid next to Frankie, her eyes drinking in his athletic build, his eyes. He hadn't taken his eyes off her since he entered the house, and her heart was pounding.

The four sat around smiling at each other, but Gerta swore they all could see the naked lust written across her face. It felt hot, red.

And yet it was funny. They all were waiting for one purpose and no one knew how to get the ball rolling. Each wanted to get laid, to fuck, suck, and to get satisfied.

Finally, her mother came to the rescue.

"Johnny," Mrs. Beck winked. "I've some wine coolers in the fridge. Come help me bring them in."

As soon as they were alone, Gerta moved closer, to Frankie.

He gave her a shy grin, but he extended his arm over the backrest, and Gerta moved into it.

As if he didn't know what he was doing, his hand dropped over Gerta's shoulder. She snuggled into the crook of his arm and felt the tension in his body. She knew that it was up to her to make the first move.

She turned her head and leaned back on his arm. "Would you like to kiss me?"