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Daddy_s Naked Angels

Chapter 1

Bernard Shakey stood in his kitchen looking out the tiny window above the white porcelain sink. It was a beautiful summer day and the man could see that there wasn't a cloud in the entire sky. The sun was high and the air was warm without the humidity that made everything feel sticky.

The grass in his backyard was freshly mowed and he could see across to the neighbor's swimming pool on the other side of the wooden fence.

The pool was round and blue – eighteen feet across – and beside it was a stained redwood platform.

Bernard could see that the neighbor girl, Marlene Parkinson was sunbathing on the platform lazily. She was sprawled on a blanket on her belly, wearing nothing but her skimpy black string bikini. He had been watching Marlene out of that window for the whole summer and his fantasies had been going wild.

Marlene was only sixteen years old, the same age as Bernard's daughter, and she was already starting to look like a full-fledged woman.

The little girl had black hair that had not been cut for a long time, except for having the tips trimmed to keep them from splitting.

Her hair was long and thick, and it spilled gracefully down her back and she sprawled in the warm sunshine. The hair was parted in the middle, and though he couldn't see her face at that moment, he knew that it fell gently down to her forehead, that it was no doubt stylishly cut in bangs, falling just short of the tops of her eyebrows.

Her eyes were large and dark brown, so dark in fact that they appeared to be ebony in dim light.

He knew that her eyes twinkled naughtily when she was thinking about things little girls weren't supposed to think about.

Dirty things.

Sexy things.

Bernard could feel the blood pumping down his body to his groin as he stared at the sexy nymphet. Marlene flirted with Bernard every time she came over to visit his daughter Michele.

At first the man thought that this was cute, but after a while he started to desire Marlene more than was healthy.

He had never cheated on his wife, and he knew that balling the neighbor's daughter was a risky business. Still, he knew that she would just love to spread her legs for him if they ever had the opportunity to be completely alone.

Marlene was a tiny girl, standing only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall, built on a small frame. She had never weighed more than ninety-five pounds in her entire life, even when she was soaking wet.

The little girls rolled over on her side and switched the station on the transistor radio resting on the corner of her red blanket.

As she did this the man could see how high, firm and perky the little girl's youthful breasts were.

He could see that they were perfect half melons, resting high on her chest, the nipples erect. He could see little humps in the top of her bikini, and he wondered if this meant she was as sexually aroused as he. He could see that her skin had been tanned a golden brown color, and he knew that her flesh was considerably lighter on the limited portions of her torso that were covered by the skimpy black bikini. Bernard pulled open the clipboard door above the chrome toaster and searched behind the teacups.

He found his new super high-power binoculars and turned up the corners of his mouth with voyeuristic glee. He had told his wife Margaret that he was taking up bird-watching as his new hobby.

Bernard assumed that the woman had bought the line He figured that his wife had taken it hook, line and sinker. Bernard had assumed that there was no one in the entire world who knew what his new hobby really was. Bernard had been finding himself thinking more and mere about the little girl who lived next door. He could ten that she was going to grow up to be an incredible beauty.

Fuck that, Bernard thought to himself with an inward laugh, Marlene Parkinson was already an incredible beauty.

He could see that her waist was so slim that he could probably get both of his hands all the way around if he stretched the fingers.

Her hips were slim, yet round, and her were so shapely they made his swollen testicles ache. As he watched he could feel the blood pumping into his prick.

His cock began to throb, aching as severely as his nuts. He could feel his tool of manhood throbbing once for each beat of his heart.

And that lance was getting a little bit longer and thicker with each throb, making Bernard sure that it wasn't going to stop growing until he had a full erection crammed inside his drawers. Bernard was exceptionally well-hung, and his pants could feel like a tight prison when he had a boner.

There had been times when he thought he was going to tear right out of the crotch of his pants. That will give you an idea the urgency he felt in his rod.

The thing needed to stand at attention, straight out in front of his hips. His balls began to feel as if they were on fire.

Those testicles felt like two balls of sterno that had just been set ablaze by the spark of lust. Bernard was wrong about no one knowing about his favorite past-time.

Marlene Parkinson was fully aware that the man watched her when she sprawled near naked outside his kitchen window.

She had been amused by the idea and often adjusted the top of her bikini bottoms, or allowed her fingers to brush across her erect nipples, just to tease the man a little bit.

Marlene had gotten so excited at the thought of the mature man admiring her that she often became horny and had to jump into the water just to cool down her sweet tight pussy flesh.

She was no virgin. The little girl had been around, and had a reputation in town for being a sport. Among the high school boys Marlene had a reputation for having round heels – she tipped over easy. The word was, among the boys, that she didn't need much of a push before she ended up on her back with her legs spread.

Sometimes Marlene got so sexually aroused while sun-bathing that she had to go inside and masturbate. She had often thought about masturbating right then and there, on the platform, so the man would be able to see. But there was no telling when someone else might figure out their game.

If anyone was going to get caught, Marlene wanted to make damn sure that it was Bernard Shakey. Margaret Shakey was a school teacher at the grammar school, while Bernard worked for a television station at night. Ever since he had been moved to the night shift at WUPI, the local independent station, he had found his sex life slipping.

He was coming home when it was time for Margaret to get up for work, and vice versa.

It never seemed as if they talked to each other anymore.

Margaret had long felt her lust waining as it was, and she very seldom thought about the subject anymore. The lack of sexual activity had had just the opposite effect on the married man.

He had found himself obsessed with sex, thinking about it so much that he was starting to think there might be something wrong with him.

He had heard that some men went crazy when they approached middle age, and he feared that this was happening to him. There was still part of him that wanted to behave and be a good husband, stopping his sinning at the peeping tom stage.

But there was an ever-growing part of him that knew it was only a matter of time before he approached Marlene. He knew that she had a lot of boyfriends. His daughter seemed almost in awe of Marlene's popularity with boys.

Bernard didn't know whether or not his daughter was a virgin, but he knew Marlene had a different boyfriend every week, and that was a sure sign of a girl who putout.

Bernard was not so old that he didn't remember being in high school himself. Even though he was thirty-seven years old, he thought that he was pretty hip – at least for an adult. He knew what songs were being played on the Top Forty, and shit like that, and he thought that he could still communicate with teenagers.

When Marlene came over to visit (she and Michele being very very best friends) Bernard never talked at length with the beautiful black haired girl, but from the limited conversation they had he knew that they would get along just fine if they ever found the right time and place to get to know each other better.

Marlene had told Michele about her father's peek-looking through the window, and Michele had said, "My Daddy sure is funny sometimes. I guess he still has a lot of little boy left in him. "

"It doesn't bug me or anything," Marlene had added, not wanting Michele to mention the matter to Bernard.

This was a Wednesday afternoon and both Marlene and Bernard were exceedingly horny from the heat.

Marlene wondered what would happen if she became bold with Bernard.

She had never fucked a guy older than twenty. She knew that an experienced lover would have to be just wonderful.

Marlene thought that a lot of the guys she went out with were real pigs, but it was small town and you had to take what you could get.

It wasn't that Marlene's boyfriends were ugly.

They were all very hunky, as far as Marlene was concerned.

It was just that they had no idea how to give a woman the pleasure she needed.

Those boys – jocks mostly – were only concerned about getting their own rocks off.

All too often she found the guy was done, his passion spent, and she was still yearning for more, her near-insatiable lust far from appeased.

She just knew that that wouldn't be the case if she ever managed to get Bernard's cock inside her pussy.

She hoped that he wouldn't freak out and become uncool if she became bold with him.

She turned off her radio and rolled on her back. Bernard could see that her tits were so firm that they didn't even flatten when the force of gravity was directly against them.

She sat up and looked directly into the barrels of. Bernard's binoculars making the man jerk the binos away from his eyes.

He thought that he had been caught, not knowing that this had first happened many weeks before. He could feel the blood draining from his face.

The man could feel himself turning as white as a sheet. He decided that he would lie, saying that he was watching birds.

He could feel a straight row of perspiration beads forming across his brow, dampening his thick eyebrows. Bernard's hair was chestnut colored, brown with a red tint, and there was some gray at his temples.

Bernard hated his gray hair and was thinking of using a rinse that would make all of his hairs the original color. If Marlene had heard about this she would have stopped him.

She liked Bernard's salt and pepper hair, neatly groomed, a great deal. She thought that the graying at the temples made him look distinguished. She thought that it made him look even more handsome than he looked already. Marlene sat up and began walking toward the back of the Shakey house.

Bernard felt close to panic and almost broke a cup as he hurriedly replaced the black binoculars.

He scurried from the kitchen and thought about pretending he was not home.

Then he heard a gentle rap at the back screen door, and he knew that he had been caught red-handed.

Bernard knew that there was nothing for him to do but keep his chin up and face the music. He took a deep breath and went back into the kitchen.

Sure enough there was Marlene, still wearing nothing but her bikini and her sexy smile.

Bernard tried not to make his nervousness seem obvious.

He tried to hide the fact that he was admiring her tight little body.

But he couldn't help but notice that her nipples pointed slightly upward when they were hard and erect.

He thought that her nipples pointed at the angle of anti-aircraft guns mounted on the side of a battle ship, in films he had seen of World War II.

He thought that the little girl had the face of an angel.

Her skin was dark and smooth, and he figured that Marlene had never had a blemish anywhere on her body in her entire life.

Her nose was tiny, a button, and it was turned up a little at the end.

Her nostrils were oval-shaped, and he could see them flaring a bit as she stood on his back porch.

Her mouth was small, but her lips were full and sensuous.

He could see that her teeth were pearly white and perfectly straight because her full lips were moist and slightly parted.

She had a small overbite, that Bernard thought was very sexy.

He couldn't help but wonder what that mouth would feel like wrapping around the tip of his still hard cock.

He could see that her arms were slim, and her fingers were long.

She had carefully manicured all of her fingernails so that they were the same length.

Her fingernails were long and she kept them painted a deep red color that went well with her dark skin, like the Puerto Rican girls that Bernard had seen rising the bus in the City of Rochester ten miles north.

"Hi, Mr. Shakey, can I come in for a second?" Marlene asked tilting her head slightly to one side.

She placed her hands on the sides of her slim hips with the fingers together and pointing downward.

She cocked her head slightly to one side as her long black hair spilled over her bare shoulder.

"Michele isn't here right now, Marlene," Bernard said, wincing as he heard the nervous quivering in his voice.

He could feel the ache in his balls getting worse.

The little girl did not seem angry in the slightest.

In fact, Marlene was behaving quite seductively at that moment.

He had a feeling that things were about to get out of control.

Bernard prayed that he would have the willpower to nip things in the bud.

But his cock strained at the crotch of his jeans, and he knew that inevitably, his flesh would be weak.

He had been fantasizing about having sex with Marlene for too long to ignore opportunity knocking at his door.

"She went to her aunt's for the week," Bernard added, fully realizing that this was not news to the pretty teenager poised before him.

"Oh, I know," Marlene said, her dark eyes twinkling.

Her eyelashes were just as black as the hair on her head.

They were very long and curled up at the tips without the benefit of make-up.

They kissed lightly at her high cheekbones whenever she blinked.

Marlene never wore make-up. It would have been like gilding the lily.

"I came to talk to you," Marlene said. Her voice was deeper.

She had a sexy throatiness in her voice communicating carnal knowledge.

"I could help but notice you watching me. Can I come in?" Marlene said. She was feeling nervous too, not used to talking to grown-ups this way.

She would have felt as if she were in complete control if Bernard had been a seventeen year old football player.

But he was the father of her best friend, and that was enough to make even the most secure teenager feel a little on the uptight side.

"Come on in," Bernard said. It felt as if he were surrendering. Marlene entered the kitchen, the linoleum feeling cool on the balls of her feet. Marlene had tiny feet with chubby toes all very close to the same length.

Bernard noticed that she painted her tiny round toenails the same color as her fingernails – a deep red.

"I was looking at birds," Bernard said. He hadn't expected his lie to sound so feeble. He winced again.

Marlene moved across the kitchen like a cat, slinking along, oozing with the intensity of her teenage sexuality, moving until she was so close Bernard could feel the heat from her body.

He was in his socks, wearing tight jeans, and a tee-shirt that had a little hole below the right arm-pit.

He didn't have to be to work for hours, and even though it was the middle of the afternoon, it felt like first thing in the morning to Bernard.

He had showered, brushed his teeth and shaved, but had yet to have any breakfast.

A small glass of tomato juice was all that the married man had in his stomach.

He could feel his gut filling with butterflies. He felt as if he were about to go on stage, debuting in the lead in Hamlet, not remembering a single line.

He could tell that the palms of his hands were damp with sweat.

He licked his lips nervously with the tip of his tongue to moisten them, but his tongue was dry also.

He tried to swallow and realized that all of a sudden his throat felt as if it were filled with dust.

"Sure you were. And I'm wearing a mink coat," Marlene said.

She was starting to lose her nervousness rapidly.

She felt natural, as if she were in complete control.

She could tell already that she had the man in the palm of her hand.

All she had to do was wink at him and he would melt into a puddle of jelly in the middle of the kitchen floor, shimmering and wet on the linoleum.

She did wink and she could see him jerk as his cock gave a sharp throb, still pinned against the inside of his thigh.

She could see the huge bulge in the crotch of the man's jeans.

Marlene was smart enough to tell a big cock when she saw one.

She knew that he packed more than enough cock meat to satisfy her near-insatiable sexual cravings. She was in the mood for a long, hot sex session, and she wanted the man to fill all three of her sex holes with that rod before she left.

Marlene moved a little closer, feeling very tiny compared to the man before her.

Bernard stood well over six feet tall and Marlene could tell that he tipped the scales over two hundred pounds.

This is not to imply in any way that Bernard was over-weight. He did not have an ounce of fat on his torso.

He had always been careful to keep himself in shape, jogging on weekends and working out every afternoon with his weights down in the basement.

His shoulders were very broad and were covered with thick slabs of muscle.

His chest was like a barrel, and Marlene knew that both his chest and the flat plain of his belly were covered with a thick rug of chestnut colored fur.

In spite of the width of his upper body, Bernard's waist and hips were both extremely slim. Marlene figured that the man was built for fucking.

His thighs were thick, one of his thighs being thicker than her waist, and his hands and feet were very large.

His fingernails were square and unchewed, and appeared sensitive in spite of their length and thickness.

"Do you think I have a nice body, Mr. Shakey?"

"Please call me Bernard," he said, hoping to avoid the question.

But the mischievous look reappeared in Marlene's eyes and he could tell that she was waiting for an answer.

"Yes, I think that you a very lovely young lady."

"Wouldn't you like to kiss me, Bernard?" she asked.

She placed her hands on the sides of his waist and he shivered.

"I think you had better go, Marlene," he said.

"You don't really want me to go, do you," her voice oozed passion.

She tilted her chin up to face him. He stooped. They looked into each other's eyes.

He could feel her scratching lightly at the small of his back with the tips of her long red fingernails.

It was at this point that the man's willpower surrendered.

He could no longer deny the pleasure that had not made itself available.

He had a deep feeling of dread as their lips came closer together.

He felt as if he were falling into a trap, a deep pit from which he would never emerge the same.

He saw her lips part and begin to move sensuously, yearning to be pressed against his own tingling lips.

Marlene could feel her nipples buzzing, growing harder and more erect in that moment of anticipation.

She could feel the blood pumping down her body to her pussy.

She could feel both her inner and outer cunt lips swelling.

She knew that it wouldn't be long before the pink flesh in her poontang was fully engorged with the rushing blood of her sexual arousal.

She could feel her clitoris start to throb sharply.

It too was swelling rapidly from her increasing passion.

The love button was peeking out from under its foreskin. It was pushing up the sheath of flesh – the sheath that usually all but covered it – and was becoming a taut feminine erection.

Marlene could feel the little glands at the sides of her tight teenage pussy begin to crank out their juice.

She could tell that her thick honey-like natural lubrication was starting to secrete in a steady now.

She could tell that the crotch of her tiny bikini bottoms would soon be wet and would draw up between the swollen outer labia.

The pretty black haired girl could feel a mounting pressure in her lower abdomen, a need to be penetrated.

There was an awesome ache in her loins, nothing like anything she had felt with her young jock boyfriends.

For a moment their lips were so close together that they could feel each other's hot moist breath.

This made them shiver and gasp simultaneously.

They could both feel the little hairs at the base of their necks standing on end, lofted by goose bumps.

They pressed their lips together, at first gently.

But the kiss suddenly became passionate as Bernard moved his hands to the small of Marlene's back and pulled the length of her body against his.

She ground forward with her hips, feeling the bulge in the crotch of Bernard's jeans pressing against her loins.

Then the tips of their tongues came together in a divine moment of initial intimacy and they both thought they heard the crackle of sexual electricity filling the brightly painted kitchen.

Marlene could feel her cunt juices forming in a thick pool at the base of her aching pussy slit.

The little girl knew that spilling her fruit juices, over-ripe peach.

She could feel her toes clutching at the cool linoleum, with the flowery design on it, as she lifted her heels.

They rolled their tongue together for a long time, slowly exploring the insides of each other's mouths.

Marlene worked the tip of her tongue under Bernard's massaging his salivary gland, filling his mouth with drool.

Bernard could feel his hot spittle dripping over his puckered lower lip running down both of their chins at the same time.

They were both breathless with passion by the time the kiss ended.

"That was nice, Bernard," Marlene said, gasping a little.

"This is so wrong," Bernard said. But he was weak. Marlene could tell that they had already reached the point of no return.

She knew that there would be no stopping. She was going to get all of the hot sex she needed that afternoon.