Chapter 8

"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 cuntlips. 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 conk 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 and 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."