"Fuck, Sarah. If I give you anything more, I'll have to shove my fuckin' balls up there, too!" Johnny replied.
Gerta saw his legs twitch violently over her mother's humped, red-hot ass. Then the wet, sucking sounds of his ass-reaming prick stopped and his body went rigid. Her mother shrieked. She saw bubbly foam collect around her mother's mouth, and her eyes gaped open, frozen.
"Auuuugggggghhh!" Johnny cried.
Gerta pictured a load of his hot, heavy cream squirt up the woman's crap-chute.
"Auuuuugggghhhh!" he cried again. "Your tight-fuckin' shit-hole's gonna blister my cock for good! I won't be fit to fuck another broad for a friggin' week!"
Gerta felt her juicy cunt grow hot again.
"Horseshit!" She giggled. She reached over and shoved a finger up Frankie's ass. "Come on, Frankie. Look alive. I want another piece."
But Frankie only grunted.
"Shit!" she moaned disgustedly as Johnny collapsed in a heap across her mother's naked back. "The fucking show's over and you… you, party-pooper, you slept through the whole fuckin' thing!"
"I'm not asleep!" Frankie objected.
"Well fuck me! You might as well have been."
"Take him upstairs, Gerta," her mother's voice cut in. "Put him to bed. It's about time you found out how nice it is to actually sleep with a man."
The girl's eyes lit up. "Can you, Frankie? Can you stay all night and sleep in my bed?"
Frankie blinked, and looked around. "Yeah, sure. I'll call home and tell my folks I'm staying with Johnny."
"That's no fuckin' lie," Johnny said. "And if it's okay with you, Sarah, I'll spend the night with you."
"Oh, my God!" Sarah shrieked. "I'm going to have a man sleeping in my bed tonight. Hear that, Gerta?"
The corners of her mouth curled upwards in a dreamy smile. She looked at Johnny.
"But don't get any ideas about sleeping. I have designs on your prick."
As Frankie, sleepy-eyed, struggled to his feet, he gave a hand to Gerta, helping her up. Gerta threw her arms around his neck, pressing her big tits against his hairy chest. She stood on her toes and reached up, kissing him hard on the lips.
"Meet you upstairs, lover. And what Mommie said, the same goes for you!" She giggled. "I do hope you did get a fuckin' nap because I'm going to pound your pudding all friggin' night long – and not with my fist."
Gerta whiffed a scent of her mother's shit as Johnny raised his hips and withdrew his cock from her mother's beautiful ass, and as Frankie dialed his number, Gerta found her way up to her bedroom.
She stripped the bed down to the crisp, clean sheets and threw her naked body across the soft mattress. They felt cool against her hot, nude body. She turned on her back and thought about sleeping all night with Frankie's warm body next to her.
She spread her legs as her fingers flew over her drenched mound of pubic hair. It felt wet, soft. Her middle finger found her juiced cuntflaps. They felt puffed, hot, itchy.
She stroked them and shivered in passion, as a jolt of electricity stabbed through her belly. Good God, was she hot! Her cunt-stink whiffed past her nose, exciting her until she plunged the finger deep inside and wiggled the tip against her pussy-lining. She felt her raging hard clit slip across her knuckle. She closed her eyes and went into a world of her own.
Just the thought of having Frankie's nakedness cuddled against her for one whole night made her heart pound. She began working her gooey finger in and out of her fuck-hole, masturbating herself. Already, she felt her syrup wet the sheets under her ass. What a fuckin' night this will be. Christ! How much she had learned during the past twenty-four hours about cocks. Cocks! She loved them!
"Move your ass over and stop playin' with yourself," Frank said. He pushed her over and lay down beside her. "Christ, you're beautiful here in the moonlight!"
He drew her into his arms for a deep, piercing, sloppy kiss.
Gerta smiled. She lowered her hand between his legs. His prick was hard, his cockhead wet.
"I see you've come alive again. I was beginning to get worried."
"Worried about what?"
"Having you konk out on me. I'm hot."
"I never met a girl like you!" He grinned. "You're wonderful!"
She slid a leg between his thighs and felt his balls, hot, sweaty, against her inner thigh. "How come?"
"You're always so ready for a lay." He traced the tip of his tongue across the bridge of her pert little nose.
"That's because I've been a good girl for so long." She pushed over on top of him and crushed her tits into his hairy chest, his stiff cock wedged between her thigh and his stomach. "Now that I've found out what a prick is for, I plan to spend the rest of my life putting the fuckin' knowledge to good use."
She watched his eyes grow dreamy. It made her heart race.
"Slip your hand down and put your fucker in my belly," she said.
Frankie slid his hand down between their naked bodies aud grabbed his swollen prick. While Gerta arched her ass, he fed the long, fat log between her juicing cunt-slit, and slid it slowly up the spongy lining of her pussy.
"Christ," Frankie moaned. "You're soaking wet down here!"
She felt big gobs of her mucky cunt-honey gush down her legs, as his massive prick plowed up her slick, slippery fuck-tube, his bulbous cock-head forcing out the gooey, sizzling, syrup like a gusher, down his prick to puddle all over the crisp, clean bed sheets under his ass.
"I know!" she sighed. "Ain't it wonderful?" He wrapped his arms around her, squashing her big tits tight to his chest. He began to fuck.
"Frankie, no!" she cried. She brushed her mouth across his lips. "We have all fuckin' night. Just let me feel you in me."
His distended prick filled her tight slit.
The terrible sexual itch in her cunt tantalized her.
No way did she want this to stop. She yearned to feel every inch of his prick, his balls, his ass. She wanted to taste his spit, his sweat, his piss, his cum, his shit – everything!
She rolled her hips slightly, feeling his cockhead pulse against her pussy walls. "Just let me enjoy your pecker for awhile."
Frankie smiled dreamily. "It's your fuckin' show."
She felt like a sex-maddened, whore-bitch, but she didn't give a shit. Nothing could spoil this special night. Forcing herself down until she felt his cock full depth in her pussy, she squeezed her cunt muscles as tight as she could.
She pried her ass upward, clamping his impaled pussy-fucker.
"Christ!" Frankie gasped. "That drives me crazy!"
"That's your fuckin' problem." She reined when she felt his slippery boner in the pit of her stomach.
"I hope to hell all my problems always feel this good."
"When I get finished with you, shit-head, you'll be lucky if you can walk out to the car without limping bow-legged."
"But we'll have to take a slight break."
"Fuck you!"
"My prick's getting soft."
"What the fuck do you mean by your prick's getting soft?"
"It does that sometimes, when I have to piss."
Gerta shot him a whimsical grin. "Piss?" Her blue eyes rolled in their sockets.
She felt her mouth water. "Piss? Son-of-a-bitch! That's just what I was dreaming of. You fuckin' whore's asshole, you can piss your friggin' stream in my fuckin' mouth!"
"You're kidding!"
"The hell I am!"
She yanked her cunt up of his cock and spun around on the bed. Grabbing his softening prick, she worked the foreskin down and rubbed her tongue over his sticky cock-head.
"Now piss! Or I'll bite off the head of your pecker!"
Gerta tasted the mixture of his juices mixed with hers as she sucked the slopping prick-mess between her lips.
For a moment Frankie just lay there.
Gerta bit the tip of his pisser with her sharp front teeth. "Piss, you bastard, piss!"
Frankie grunted. "Christ! That hurt! Don't bite! I'm trying!"
She felt the muscles in his stomach puff out as he squeezed his gut. She clamped her lips tight around his cock-head as his cock stiffened and hot piss began to sizzle down her throat with the force of a fiery jet stream.
She felt it careen across the roof of her mouth, swirling against her teeth, her gums, her tongue. Even swallowing as fast as she could, half of the hot, yellow piss had found its way past her lips and squirted down her chin, across her cheeks. It cascaded, like a waterfall, down her chest. Her tits were drenched with hot, yellow piss. His legs were covered with the rich aroma of a urinal in a steamy whorehouse crapper.
It made the pit of her belly feel warm.
She began to suck the tip of his piss-hole as she gulped down the fiery juice. It tasted wonderful.
Her stomach bloated as endless gusty gushes blasted down her throat. It was like an aphrodisiac. It made her young blood boil.
Done pissing, Frankie sighed. "Christ! That felt good! But the fuckin' bed sheets are soaking wet."
"Oh, shit!" she replied. "Quit your bitching! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She kissed the tip of his cock between each phrase. Gerta twisted her body, placing her tits on Frankie's chest.
"I want it! Dear God, Frankie, your pissing in my mouth made me feel so friggin' hot and horny, my cunt feels like a boiling kettle." Her hand roamed down his belly until it found his fucker. Her heart leaped. It was rip-roaring hard again. "Put it in me!"
In a flash, Frankie wrapped his arms around her back and rolled her over his chest to the dry side of the bed and, mounted her.
"Now say your prayers," he chided. "Because I'm going to give you the fucking of your life!"
"Promises, promises! Stick it in me, shithead! You talk too fuckin' much!"
Her hot cunt was so wide open that his hard prick found its way into her sloppy, juiced fuck tube without an ounce of effort. He buried his twelve inches deep inside her.
Immediately, they began fucking at a feverish pace – cock and cunt beating a rhythm of fiery hot, peppery lust that made the bed springs squeak.
"My God, Frankie! You weren't kidding! It's good! So fuckin' good!"
"You're made for fucking, Gerta! So Goddamned tight!"
"Bullshit! Your prick is so friggin' big, you could fuck a mason jar and still be cramped."
Gerta could feel the heat of their passion causing torrid sweat to break out over their young bodies as their fervid fucking thrusts clashed their hips together wildly. They pounded each other's cock and cunt in and out with sexual abandon. Mixed with Frankie's hot piss, the mixture lubricated their skin, and her big tits rolled up and down his chest with each stroke of his swollen, slippery cockshaft.
Her cunt gripped his prick, spilling hot fuckjuice around the base of his prick that foamed into a soapy lather. It trickled down her ass and soaked the sheets. She raised her legs and scissored them tight around his fucking hips.
Her cunt gripped his slithering cock-shaft in a vise-like grip. Her whole body seemed on fire. When Frankie pulled out, her tight cunt-walls milked his cock of every drop of his juice. When he thrust in, her pussy relaxed and allowed his swollen prick to plow through her sleeky cunt walls and spread them open.
The room began to smell of piss and cock juice and girl-honey. The spicy aroma made Gerta's heart pound faster.
"My God, Frankie! Where in all fuckin' hell did you learn to fuck?"
"Christ, I thought you wanted to fuck, not take notes!"
"You're so fuckin' good, is all I meant."
"Fuck! You wanted it! Now fuck!"
"You're making me cum…"
Frankie slammed down one more time. Gerta could feel his prick quiver.
"Me too!" he shrieked.
His prick, cemented to Gerta's puffy cuntflaps and buried to the hilt, shot a load of hot, creamy jism up her fuck-chute.
"Christ!" he groaned. "What a fuckin' night!"
His load had filled her warm womb with boiling sperm. She felt her pussy suddenly contract, and a spasm of cum seared through her fuck tunnel and she opened her mouth and screamed. "Oh, my God! I'm cooooooominggggggggg! Cooooooominggggggggg!"
Her body went all mushy. It relaxed under him like a washed-out rag. Her breath came – in short, ragged pants. She had trouble moving her arms. It was an effort to extricate her legs from around Frankie's hips. The world seemed to stand still.
In a fog, she remembered Frankie sliding off her. At least twice during the night she felt his finger toying with her pussy.
She woke up at noon and they fucked again, but this time – their passionate heat satisfied – they fucked with tenderness.
Unlike the night before, they loved with sweet kisses and affection.
"Poor Frankie," she purred. "You had to sleep in your pee all night."
Frankie chuckled. "To tell you the truth, Gerta, I don't remember. When I woke up this morning, though, the sheets were dry, the sun was shining – and I had a hard-on."
"I seem to remember that!" She giggled. "Do you think we could find something to eat?"
"My poor darling, you must be starved." She sniffed. "We smell like a piss-house. Would you like to take a bath with me?"
He shook his head. "I'd love to, but not yet. You smell sweet and sexy just the way you are, let's wait. I'm not finished fucking you yet!"
"Shall we eat – nude?"
"You are a whory bitch!" He laughed. "Feel my prick. It's getting hard just thinking about watching your tits over the breakfast table."
Gerta thought she would find her mother and perhaps Johnny, in the kitchen when they went down for breakfast, around one o'clock. But instead, cousin Rachel sat at the table, reading a book, a big smile on her face.