Warren Reagan - The hotter the daughter

"He fucked me, Mommie!" Gerta flew into the house screeching, her long, ash-blonde hair flowing down the nape of her neck on that warm June night just after school had closed for summer vacation. "I felt my heart pounding in my chest like in that novel I'm relaxing. It was wonderful!"

Sarah Beck glanced up from her book, smiling. "Johnny Peters?"

"But of course," Gerta beamed, throwing herself on the couch beside her mother. "Who else? He was walking me home from the drugstore, and when we got here, he just swung me in his arms and and he kissed me, Mommie. Hard! Then he started to work his fingers between my panties, and and he finger-fucked me for awhile, Mommie. Then he took out his prick and fucked me against the house. Standing up! It all happened so fast!"

Her face was lit up with the rapture of the memory of Johnny's kiss still on her lips. She thought he was the most handsome guy in her class. As she thought about him, a steaming dampness engulfed her pussy.

Mrs. Beck removed her glasses and laid them on the coffee table, wrapping her arms round her daughter in an affectionate hug. Her body trembled. "My God! How I wish some, man would sink his prick in me!"

"Oh, Mommie!" Gerta sighed. "If I lose Johnny now, I'll die! Just imagine! He gave me my first piece of ass!"

"Just remember how beautiful you are, my darling." Her mother grinned. "Don't do what. I did when I was your age. A man needs plenty of fond affection to keep him interested."

Thinking back, Gerta remembered the stones her mother had told, about how her father had walked out on her the day Gerta was born.

"Tell me what to do, Mommie, please!"

"Give him plenty of what he wants, baby," Mrs. Beck whispered. "Otherwise you'll have to marry a hairy ape like I did."

Gerta felt a buzz of electricity jolt her pussy. "Shit! I'm so fuckin' dumb about men, I don't know what to do."

"So, I'll educate you." Her mother laughed. Gerta sighed. "That's what I need. Practical advice."

"Poor darling. You read too many romances. Just do what come natural."

"Like the birds and the bees?" Gerta asked, her heart pounding.

"Exactly!" Mrs. Beck laughed. "Johnny will know. Be honest with him. Ask him to show you the way. If I know boys, he will be more than willing."

Later, as she drew a bath in the bathroom upstairs, Gerta thought if she lost Johnny, her whole world would come crumbling down around her.

Her pussy began to ache. She folded her arms under her tits and looked at her beautiful body in the bathroom mirror. Her skin was soft, white. Her tits were firm, round, pointed.

She twisted her body. Her ass curved gracefully. The view pleased her.

She stepped into the hot tub and reached for a washcloth. She lowered it to her crotch. The rough nap, against her tender clit, heightened her desires.

She felt her pussy-flaps with the edge of her finger. They were puffy, swollen open like the petals of a lush, pink tulip. Thinking of Johnny's prick made her mouth water, and she moaned.

She leaned back and spread her long tapered legs, hooking her heels over the rim of the tube. Her fuck-hole opened, and she dipped her finger inside and rubbed her tender cunt-wall.

"God, Johnny!" she sighed as her passion mounted.

She found herself becoming turned on. She hummed softly and brought the cloth back to her cunt, twisting the rag against her pussy. Johnny's quickie had left much to be desired.

With her other hand, she reached for the soap, a long oval green bar, scented with fragrant jasmine. She lathered her full, rich, white tits until they became hard.

Then she brought the soap down between her legs and into her slit, twisting the hard slippery soap deeper into her pussy, which was now swollen with lust for Johnny's prick. Her cunt eagerly devoured the soapy bar until its entire mass filled her fuck-tube with delightful pleasure.

Her heart felt like a sledgehammer pounding madly. She crossed her legs, entrapping the frothy bar of soap deep inside her aching cunt flexing her thighs, she moved the bar up and down along her tight cunt-hole. The sensation made her cunt hot.

"From now on, I'll live my life for you, Johnny Peters!" she moaned. "I swear to God, I will!"

The thought thrilled her, and her soft humming turned to moans of rapture. The bathroom was filled with the deep, pungent odor of jasmine.

Her cunt felt as if a million tiny needles were biting at her pink cunt-hole as she flexed her thighs faster, working the hard bar of soap deeper inside her.

She worked her fingers under her ass. Gerta forced a finger into the tight shit-chute and wiggled the knuckle back and forth. Her finger worked deeper into her shit-hole. Her cunt felt as if it was on fire. She pushed her finger all the way up inside her shitter and squeezed her ass-muscles as if a fucking prick had entered her.

Her clit throbbed.

She worked her finger around the inside of her ass and felt the bar of soap through the thin membrane that separated her shit-hole from her cunt.

"So this is what it's like to be fucked. God it's so friggin' wonderful!"

Her clit throbbed as if it were about to burst, and more shivers of pleasure shot through her body. Her spine tingled. She was covered in gooseflesh. Her red nipples were hard and erect, the hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end.

She heard a gentle rap on the bathroom door. She grinned as her mother entered, catching her with her finger up her tight, little asshole.

"Oh my poor baby. I heard you talking to yourself from the hallway. I know how you must feel," Mrs. Beck said softly. "It's so fuckin' terrible to be horny."

She walked to the side of the tub and kneeled down, looking into Gerta's lusty eyes. She placed a soft object into the girl's hand.

"Take this." She winked. "It will take the edge off your yearning."

Gerta felt the warm plastic tube that her mother had given her. She looked at it. It was shaped like a man's prick long, thin, it had a soft, flexible exterior that curved up in a graceful arc. It had a black cap an its end.

"What's this?"

Her cunt convulsed, and she crossed her legs, feeling the soapy bar nestled in the musky wetness of her cunt.

"It's my precious vibrator. It's not as nice as a man's cock in your belly, but any port in a storm."

"Oh," Gerta sighed. "I've heard about them."

Her mother smiled and opened her arms.

"Come, my poor darling." Mrs. Beck gestured. "Come with me and I'll show you how to pleasure yourself."

As Gerta stood up, the bar of soap slipped from her slippery pussy and plopped into the bath water with a loud splash. Her face reddened.

"Don't be embarrassed, sweetheart." She took Gerta's hand and helped the girl step out of the bath. "I order this brand of soap just for the same purpose. It's just the right size to touch all the right places. But it's going to itch your pee-pee hole like crazy if you don't flush it all out."

Her mother was right. Her pussy-walls were beginning to itch like crazy.

Mrs. Beck's face split into a wide grin.

"Not to worry," she said tenderly. "Just drain the water out of the tub and I'll show you."

Brushing a quick kiss across the girl's cheek, she reached way back in the closet under the sink and brought out a black syringe.

"Sit on the tub with your back to the wall and spread your lovely legs wide apart and I'll make the itch go any."

Her mother filled the syringe with warm clear water from the tap and knelt beside the tub, eyeing Gerta's ash-blonde pubic hair.

"You are built so nice!" Mrs. Beck marveled. "Just right for fucking."