Warren Reagan - The hotter the daughter

"I sure would! Johnny never told me how beautiful you are."

Their lips met.

"Don't be so shy, I'm not made of glass," Gerta said, sliding an arm around his neck and crushing her tits to his solid chest.

His arm closed tighter around her neck and his free hand dropped to her lap. He kissed her again, this time with a passion that made her blood start to boil. She extended the tip of her tongue and moved it across his lips.

His mouth opened. She found his tongue hot, moist. She swirled it around the tip of his tongue. The kiss made her pussy twinge. But he was so fuckin' slow!

She felt his hand move down her lap and his fingers rubbed against her crotch.

She pushed away from him and smiled.

"Johnny tells me that you've never laid a girl before," she whispered.

Maybe if she got him to talk dirty, he'd make a move. She wanted him to be the aggressive one, but her swollen cunt was getting itchier by the minute.

But instead, his face reddened. He shook his head.

"I'll bet you've got everything in your pants to do the job right," she said, peering deep into his brown eyes with what she hoped was a sexy look, a come-on.

It seemed that he was struggling to find the right words.

"Don't you like to talk about it?" She giggled. "I'll bet you're not so friggin' tongue-tied with the boys in the locker room."

That did it. He grabbed her by the neck and planted a mushy smack on her hot lips.

Excitement grew in her loins as she felt him work his hand between her legs. His touching was like an electric switch. It turned her on.

Almost automatically, her knees parted. Her cunt-flaps opened like the petals of a tulip when he twiddled his thumb with a gentle back and forth motion up and down her gash.

Little by little, Frankie's thumb inched its way toward her dripping wet pussy. Her clit began to erect.

"Now that's more like it."

Her hand traveled down his flat stomach, toward his crotch. She laid her hand gently between his legs and felt how his hardness had stretched his tight slacks taut. She rubbed her fingers across the log of his cock-meat. She saw his eyes grow misty.

"You like your prick touched, don't you, lover?"

His breathing became heavier.

"And this is only the beginning," she added. "Wait until you screw me. There's nothing like fucking."

She squeezed, and felt his balls move under her touch. Then she let her hand travel upward. When she reached the tip of his cock, she found a wet spot. Her hand closed over it, and she felt his cock-head quiver through the coarse material in his slacks.

Her breath came in short, rapid pants and her chest heaved.

"My God, your cock is really huge!" she moaned softly. "And so nice and wet!"

By this time Frankie had worked his hand under her skirt and found her swollen cunt-slit.

She spread her legs wider apart. "Aren't you glad I left my fuckin' panties off?"

"I'm just glad that you let me come over tonight."

"Would you like to kiss my pussy?"

He nodded his head.

She kicked off her shoes and hooked her heels on the edge of the sofa cushion. With a contented smile, she leaned back, tenting her dress over her knees while spreading them wide open.

Her lust soared. She felt her cunt-juice trickle down her crotch and collect in a puddle on the cushion.

Her pussy-flaps were wide open. Every nerve in her body tingled. "Get down on your knees! Bury your fuckin' face between my thighs! Lick me! Give me a tongue job!"

Frankie groaned in grunts of pleasure in response to her delicious invitation. With a swoop, he crashed to the floor in front of her wide-open legs and ducked his head under her tented dress.

She felt his hot, wet tongue pounce directly on her wide-open pussy. His head forced her legs even wider apart as he gobbled her golden gushes of maiden-dew in short, quick laps.

A floating sensation seemed to lift her off the couch and her throat thickened.

"Oh my God!" she shrieked. "That feels so fuckin' good!"

He grunted as his fingers parted her sopping wet pussy-petals. Holding the gooey flaps open, he pressed his mouth tight against her gaping fuck tunnel and his lips clamped shut, trapping her meaty pink flesh against his mouth.

To Gerta, it seemed as if his whole face had wormed its way up inside her tender pussyhole, and she squirmed in a frenzy of delight.

But then he blew out a surge of hot breath which filled her pussy with a tickling whirlwind that felt like a windstorm – hot, violent, and so Goddamn good.

The gusher of white-hot wind tickled her drenched blonde cunt-bush. It whistled against her sensitive thighs, finding its way to her shit-hole.

"God, your lungs must be like a Hercules!" she moaned.

He held his breath for a moment, and Gerta felt the blood surge through her veins. She closed her eyes waiting for whatever was to come next.

He began to suck her steamy hot cunt from deep inside her aching treasure tube.

She felt great gobs of her slut-juice drain from her cunt-walls and pour into his mouth like a river overflowing its banks. She heard his throat guzzle the pussy-syrup as he gulped her thick cunt-juice greedily.

She hoped he would never stop. The more he sucked, the more her pussy spewed forth her sugary cunt-nectar.

"Where did you ever learn to suck cunt?" More air blew past her cunt-entrance and up her tunnel in puffs of fiery gales. When he sucked in, great gobs of cunt-juice slobbered down his gullet.

Gerta felt weak, her head spun as he drank at her pussy. She thought his belly must have consumed gallons of her cunt-juice.

Her tits seemed to be connected with her pussy. The more he sucked her pussy, the more her tits burned.

Then she felt that familiar quaking sensation in the pit of her sizzling pussy guts.

She knew she was going to cum in his mouth.

"Oh, Frankie! I can't stop it!"

He grunted and bit the meaty flesh of her pussy. It made her mouth water. She sucked in a breath of fresh air. Her creamy cunt-folds began to quiver. Her stomach began to heave. Then the nerve-endings along her cunt-hole felt alive with fire and gushes of hot joy-juice creamed into Frankie's mouth as she orgasmed over and over again. She opened her eyes and groaned. "Shit! I didn't want to come so soon!"

It took a long time before her eyes focused, but when they did, she realized that Johnny and her mother had teen watching Frankie mouth fucking her as she sat spread-eagled with his mouth feasting at her cunt.

"Oh, my baby!" Mrs. Beck tittered. "You just got your little pussy sucked off."

At first Gerta felt embarrassed and blushed, but she kept her legs spread as Frankie finished lapping the last drops of her cunt-honey. But when she saw her mother's lipstick smeared across her mouth, her blouse opened and a face flushed as red as the carpeting on a whorehouse floor, it made Gerta's blood race through her veins.

She giggled. "I can see that you've lost no time with Johnny."

It was plain to see that all the time they, had been making a world of their own out in the kitchen. Johnny's shirt was unbuttoned, his fly was unzipped, and Gerta could see his prick spiked hard inside of his shorts.

The ice was broken. Gerta felt overjoyed when she realized that her mother's dreams were finally coming true.

"Oh, Mommie!" she sighed, entwining her hands around her neck. "Isn't life wonderful!"

She settled back on the sofa as Frankie took a seat next to her. He wrapped an arm around her slim waist and she tasted her cunt-juice on his mouth when he kissed her.

The kiss was warm. She frowned.

"Don't you dare let this fucker go soft," she said, putting her hand on his crotch where, just a short while ago, his prick was hard as a rock. But instead, she found a limp mass of flaccid flesh.