DADDY`s NAKED ANGELS Part 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.
“Let’s go into the living room. The rug is thick and soft,” Bernard said, his voice sounding calmer.
He felt the little girl squeeze at the back of his neck as she intertwined her long fingers gracefully.
He slid the palms of his hands downward until he was holding her by the buttocks and she pressed her tits against him.
He could feel her erect nipples pressing against his muscular chest, enhancing the acute passion he felt. They kissed again and Bernard took Marlene by the hand.
He led her into the living room and offered her something to drink.
“I want to drink your come,” she said naughtily, and he knew that he was going to have to take off his clothes.
His huge cock was starting to feel as if it were in prison.
His prick needed to stand at attention and breathe.
Marlene slowly reached behind her and removed her bikini top. Bernard gasped as he got his first look at those tits.
They were so firm, so high, so filled with her youth.
They looked like twin scoops of coffee ice cream, each breast graced with a pert cherry on top. She could tell that the crotch of her bikini bottoms were getting very wet, and she could feel the thin soft material working its way up uncomfortably between the swollen outer lips of her burning cunt.
She threw the bikini top aside carelessly, not caring where they landed.
As it turned out they fell half on and half off an easy chair in the corner, before falling to the rug in front of that chair.
The little girl looked right into Bernard’s eyes, twinkling with mischief as she hooked her fingers under the top of her bikini bottoms, gyrating her hips sensuously as she began to pull them down.
At first Bernard thought that Marlene Parkinson was the sort of girl who shaved her pussy hair.
He could see the top of her mound, and couldn’t help but notice that it was as bald as a baby’s bottom.
But then he could see that her pubic patch was very tiny, two black curls directly above the top of her slit.
The hair grew in the shape of a black heart, and the tininess of that patch made Marlene look even younger than she really was.
She made a purring sound like a cat when she felt the material pull out from between her swollen lips.
He figured that he had better take off his own clothes.
He quickly pulled off his tee-shirt and threw it onto the couch.
His fingers went to his large brass belt buckle. He was worried that his fingers would shake with his piqued expectation, making him appear clumsy.
But his fingers were sure and nimble as he unbuckled his belt and unsnapped the single snap that held the top of his tight jeans together.
He pulled down his zipper and they were both staring at each other’s crotches, getting naked becoming a ceremony.
He pulled his fly all the way to the bottom with his thumb and forefinger before hooking his fingers under the tops of his pants and the elastic to his strained white underwear at the same time.
He pulled down his drawers and his erection came popping out like some kind of horny jack in the box.
Marlene pointed her toes as she removed her bikini bottoms and puckered her lips as she got her first glimpse of his awesome tool of manhood.
She sucked in cool air and made a low whistling noise.
Bernard Shakey had the biggest prick she had ever seen.
The damn rod had to be at least ten inches long, Marlene figured.
And it was so thick she knew that she wouldn’t be able to get her fingers all the way around it without the help of her long red fingernails.
She could see that it was thickest at the head, and she thought about how wonderful it was going to feel having that thing shoved in and out of her holes.
She knew that it was thicker than anything that had ever been stuck inside her before and she correctly assumed that it would launch her to new heights of pleasure.
Bernard quickly pulled off his pants and underwear, removing his white socks last so that they were both as naked as the day they were born.
Bernard could feel his cock bobbing up and down with anticipation, snapping upward, coming ever-closer to slapping him in the belly.
His cock was so long that the tip was about to slap him several inches above the belly button.
Marlene could see that the head of his cock was a deep purple color, and was already fully engorged.
The skin that covered the glans was tight and smooth as glass.
The head looked as if it would blow up if another drop of blood tried to pump its way inside.
Bernard watched as the little girl slowly lowered herself to her knees in front of him straightening her back so that her face was crotch high on him.
She could smell the sweaty scent of his manhood wafting up from his awesome cock to her nostrils.
She looked at the shaft of his prick and saw that it was a lighter shade of purple than the head.
The shaft was a little thinner than the glans, but not much, and she could see that it was lined with blue dilated veins, running the entire length, making it look like an even angrier weapon.
Marlene looked at the thick patch of chestnut colored pubic hair that grew all around the base of the shaft.
She lowered her eyes so she could look at his scrotal sack.
This too was the largest she had ever seen. She cupped her hand under his scrotum and stretched her fingers as far apart as she could get them in a vain attempt to hold the whole thing.
No matter how big she made her hand some of that scrotum still spilled over the sides of her palm.
The sack that held his swollen testicles appeared and felt filled to the brim with his fuck juice.
She wondered how long it had been since the man had had sex with his wife.
Marlene got the impression — from the information Michele had given her — that Margaret Shakey didn’t put out much.
She taught third grade and had when Michele and Marlene were going to the grammar school.
As a teacher the woman had a reputation for being a real bitch, and it was hard for the girls to imagine her fucking. This was especially true for Michele, who thought her mother was as cold as ice. Marlene could see that Bernard’s testicles were huge.
They were resting at the very base of his cock, looking to be the size of golf balls, an image that carne easy to Marlene because her own father was always putting on their living room rug, and there were usually a few of those white suckers around to trip and fall on in the middle of the night.
She began to squeeze lightly at his balls pushing in with her fingers delicately, realizing how easily she could cause his hypersensitive manhood glands pain if she gripped too hard. The last thing the little girl wanted to do was hurt the man’s balls. She could see that there were little short and curly chestnut colored hairs growing directly out of the wrinkled sack.
She lowered her head and rubbed the tip of his pulsating cock with her long, silky black hair.
She pucked her lips and began to kiss lightly at the insides of the man heavily-muscled thighs.
The man could feel a little tickle at the base of his prick.
He could feel his come swirling around his testicles.
The ache in his balls was getting worse by the second.
He feared he would blow his wad before she even got her mouth wrapped around his purple cock head.
She looked like the kind of girl who enjoyed drinking a man’s come juice, and it never occurred to him to ask if she wanted him to come in her mouth.
It was the first time in seventeen years that Bernard had had sex with anyone other than his wife.
He remembered the last time he had cheated — the night before his wedding — with a painted prostitute.
He had been very drunk, and even though he had been able to fuck her for a long time, he had been too fucked up to come, and had found the experience ultimately disappointing in every way.
But this was going to be different. He could tell that the little girl was going to suck his balls dry.
He figured that his writhing cock would be having the dry heaves by the time Marlene finished with him.
He wasn’t sure he liked the idea of a girl like this hanging around with his daughter, but he figured that that was a worry best thought about at a different time and place.
Marlene threw her head back so that her long ebony tresses would move out of her face falling between her rather sharp shoulder blades.
She could feel her cunt juices rolling down the insides of her thighs and her clit felt as if it would pop right out of her pussy.
The center of her womanly pleasure was quivering with sharp throbs, and it was demanding to be stroked.
Marlene decided that it was better to tease herself and wait for the man to touch her on that magic spot.
Still, the urge was great to diddle her clit as she moved the tip of her tongue to the base of his scrotum.
Bernard moved his feet a little more than shoulder-width apart on the rug, and felt his toes digging into the shag rug.
Bernard’s big toes were a good deal larger than the remaining eight, making his feet look even larger than they really were.
He arched his back and moved his shoulders back.
Bernard puffed out his chest and drew in his belly.
He looked down at the top of Marlene’s head and moaned.
He arched his back and bent a little at the knees.
The tall, middle-aged, handsome man stood with his slim hips out in front of the rest of his torso.
“Oh, Marlene, that feels incredible,” he said, feeling her flick the tip of her tongue back and forth across his balls.
She moved her right hand so that only the balls of flesh at the tips of her fingers were touching his sack.
She lifted his balls so that she could get her tongue on the sensitive patch of skin between the base of his balls and his asshole.
Bernard could feel his cock slapping hard at his belly, the tickle at the base of his rod getting worse.
Marlene bobbed his balls up and down on her fingertips for a long time, moving them playfully.
She looked as if she were trying to determine how much his twin testicles weighed with this motion.
She switched to the flat part of her tongue and did not stop licking under his balls until the area was dripping from the hot spittle she spilled.
The little girl loved the taste of his flesh and removed her fingers from his balls so she could lick the sack until that too was all wet and slimy.
She got one of his pubies, between her thumb and forefinger, arching her fingers so that her long red fingernails would not get in the way.
She lightly tugged at the chestnut colored hair growing directly out of his filled to the brim sack.
Bernard found that this felt very good and he gyrated his hips, starting to move them in a slow circle.
Marlene found that she had to move her own head in sync with his hips to keep her tongue right where she wanted to.
The wrinkled skin covering his balls was pulled out as she tugged on the hair.
This felt a lot better than Bernard thought it would. His pleasure was amplified by his aroused nerve-endings.
He gasped.
He found it difficult to breathe.
He was panting.
Just like the animal he wanted to become.
She placed the fingertips on her right hand on the underside of his cock, and she loved the way it felt as it throbbed against her.
She pushed the shaft upward, until it was pinned against his belly, the tip pointing at the ceiling of the living room, straining to become longer and thicker.
She could feel the thick dilated vein that ran close to the surface, the entire length of his prick on the underside, and sighed.
She parted her lips and relaxed her mouth so she could suck on his balls one at a time, again being careful to be gentle so as to not hurt him.
She made her lips cottony soft and could feel them tingling as she sucked gingerly at his glands.
The man was moaning and groaning with each exhale, and his heart felt like it was going to beat its way right out of his broad chest.
“Suck… me. S-Suck… me,” Bernard said, spitting out the words in between gasps for air.
Marlene knew that teasing him was in her best interest.
She wanted to make the man wait a long time before giving him the blissful release of his mind-boggling sexual climax.
The little girl knew that his come would be better if she built him up to the saturation point with patience.
This was a rule that Marlene Parkinson had first learned when jacking off in her bedroom years before, learning about her body’s potential for giving her womanhood.
Marlene straightened her back and placed the tip of her tongue at the very base of his big cock.
She looked at the dilated vein and decided to use it as a roadmap to guide her path to his glans.
She could tell that she was going to have to open her mouth as far as she could to get that throbbing purple cock head between her full, sensuous lips.
She knew that he was not going to be satisfied with just having the glans sucked, either.
He was going to want to ram all ten inches of his tube steak into her throat.
Marlene had opened her throat to guys before.
She had learned to let guys fuck her face without pain.
But this was by far the biggest cock she had ever tackled.
It would be a true test of her skills as an oral lover.
She flicked the tip of her tongue slowly upward, and Bernard thought that it was going to take her forever to get to the tip.
She knew that he would be most sensitive on the fleshy patch just below the head, where his glans split, making it look like a plum.
She paused at this spot and smiled inwardly as she sensed the man’s thigh muscles tighten with his sexual tension.
Bernard could feel the muscles in his legs weakening.
He began to move his hips back and forth in a fucking motion.
It was as if he were pretending his cock was already in her throat.
She allowed his cock to fall away from his belly a couple of inches — just far enough so she could roll her thick tongue lazily over the head.
She thought that his cock head looked like a purple mushroom.
Or perhaps more like a doorknob, she couldn’t be sure. It really didn’t matter, she decided, loving the taste.
The skin that covered his glans felt just as smooth as it looked.
She used the tip of her tongue to play with his piss hole, in the center of that engorged cock head.
This made all of the man’s muscles tighten and he was wondering how much longer his legs would be able to support the weight of his body.
Marlene moved her left hand to the man’s tiny ass.
She was amazed at how firm his buttocks were against her palm.
The muscles in Bernard’s ass were as tight as they could be.
He was pressing his ass cheeks together so hard there was no way Marlene could pull them apart.
This disappointed her because she just loved to make guys squirm by fingering their assholes.
She gripped his buttocks and moved her fingers around the shaft of his prick, making a fist, lowering the tip so that it was pointing at her mouth. She moved her knees back on the rug and straightened her neck.
“SUCK ME!!!” Bernard screamed out at the top of his lungs.
He could feel all civilized behavior leaving his sinning soul.
The man could feel the devil invading his tempted brain.
He became a beast, and he wanted to fuck that pretty little girl’s face fast and hard with his tool.
Marlene could tell that the time for teasing had ended.
The man was ordering her. It was no longer a request.
She could tell that Bernard Shakey was not in the mood to take no for an answer. His passion was too extreme.
She relaxed the muscles in her jaw and allowed it to drop until it threatened to lock in the open position.
She could feel the corners of her mouth pulling tight as her mouth fell gaping, as if she were in the dentist’s chair.
The tip of her tongue still protruded a little and flicked across his swollen piss hole a fraction of a second before her mouth wrapped around the ring of scar tissue at the base of his glans.
She wanted to continue to massage his cock with her tongue but found her tongue pinned to the bottom of her mouth by the awesome girth of the lance.
Marlene concentrated on relaxing the muscles in her throat as the man began to press forward with his hips.
Bernard used a steady pressure, feeling the tip of his cock entering her throat, determined to achieve the complete violation that they both craved so badly.
Marlene felt a stabbing pain in her throat as he entered, as if she had just been penetrated with a hot poker.
She could feel her eyes welling up with tears.
Those tears soon spilled on to her cheeks and ran down the sides of her nose.
Her twinkling eyes became red and swollen from the pain.
She battled to control her urge to gag, but could not.
The spasming of her throat muscles squeezed at his cock, enhancing his already intense pleasure.
Marlene managed to relax her muscles a little more so that the sharpness of the pain faded into a dull ache.
She could feel her tears staining her cheeks with tracks as they made their way toward the corners of her mouth.
Some of her tears managed to get inside her mouth somehow and she could taste them hot and salty on her tongue.
She could feel her lips crawling down the shaft of his cock getting ever closer to the base when it joined his huge dangling scrotum.
It seemed like an eternity before his cock was all the way in, and Marlene was pleased to find that she had matters under control and the pain was gone.
Her tears stopped and the redness faded, so it was easier for her to blink.
For a moment it had felt as if her eyes were filled with sand.
She could feel the tip of her nose about to imbed itself in his pubic patch, which would make it even tougher for her to breathe since she was forced to suck air exclusively through her flaring nostrils.
“All the way in. Deep into your throat,” Bernard said, and Marlene loved how deep and secure his voice sounded.
It was Bernard who felt like he was in control, and he could feel a latent sadistic nature bubbling up inside of him.
He moved his hands to the top of her head and ran his fingers through her thick black hair until he was holding her securely at the base of the skull.
He moved his large palms so that they covered her smooth wet cheeks, holding her so tight that she was unable to move her head either back and forth or from side to side.
He pressed his fingertips into the muscles at the back of her neck so hard that he sent twinges of pain directly to her brain.
But Marlene did not mind the pain. She enjoyed being dominated by a man.
This was the reason she had gone for an older man. She wanted him to teach her the finer aspects of love-making, and she could tell by his complete domination of her that the process had already started.
She could feel her hot lips wrapped around the very base of his cock.
She removed her hand from his prick and once again tried to hold his entire scrotum in her cupped palm.
She couldn’t believe how stuffed with cock meat her throat felt.
She could feel the tip inside her where a cock had never touched before.
She squeezed at his cock rhythmically, now fully in control of the talented muscles inside her throat.
He drew back with his hips until once again only his glans was inside her mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around the ring of scar tissue.
He paused for a second and then drove the entire length of his thick cock into her with a single forward thrust of his slim yet powerful hips.
The little girl’s throat went from completely empty to completely full in one fell swoon and her eyes felt like they were going to pop right out of their sockets.
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, following the same tracks laid down by her initial crying.
Bernard could feel the tickle at the base of his cock getting very intense and he knew that he wasn’t going to have to fuck her throat for long before he would be feeding her a hot meal.
That tickle told him that his climax was rapidly approaching the point of inevitability, and he could feel his silver seed churning impatiently inside his scrotum.
He found that he could think of nothing but the pleasure he was feeling in his groin as he worked his cock in and out of her throat with a smooth steady motion.
Again Marlene’s pain faded and she made a muffled humming sound to let the man know how much she was enjoying the deep throat penetration.
He fucked faster and faster until he could feel the explosions in his balls filling his hips with pleasure.
His face was as red as a beet and his body was glistening with the perspiration of his sexual exertion.
He moved his hips back and forth so fast that they appeared a blur, his pubic bone striking the tip of Marlene’s nose sharply, making her wish that she wouldn’t sneeze before she got a chance to gobble his goo. Bernard moved his hips so that only the head of his cock was in her gaping mouth.
He wanted to shoot his come directly on her tongue so she would be able to savor the flavor of his fuck juice.
His back teeth were clenched together very tightly.
The muscles at the sides of his jaw protruded from his handsome face.
His jaw ached a little but it was insignificant when compared to the pleasure he felt with his impending orgasm.
He hung on the edge of bliss for a split second, a moment elongated by the intensity of his anticipation.
Then his back teeth suddenly became unclenched.
His mouth fell gaping open and he arched his back sharply.
His entire body trembled and he flung backward with his head so that he was facing the ceiling of the living room.
He piss hole dilated and his cock exploded with hot semen.
There was a lot more of the fuck juice than Marlene ever could have anticipated and she swallowed as hard and fast as she could in a vain attempt to keep all of that sticky semen inside her mouth.
She could feel his thick come oozing out of the corners of her taut lips, rolling down onto her chin to cool.
A couple of droplets of the thick goo dripped off of her chin and fell onto the shag rug between Bernard’s large feet.
The come was very hot and for a moment the little girl thought that her tongue and cheeks were being scalded.
She could feel the come slithering down her throat with the consistency of hot raw egg whites.
She felt her taste-buds tingling, stimulated by the salty, fishy flavor of the man’s silver seed.
She was pleased to find that his plentiful thick come soothed her ravaged throat as it worked down toward a warm spot forming in the pit of her stomach.
Marlene swallowed the come the first time she ever gave a blow job, years before, under the bleachers next to the football field by the high school.
She had heard that there were a lot of girls who were disgusted at the thought of having a guy come in their mouth.
Marlene thought that girls like that were really stupid.
Didn’t they know how good it tasted, and how warm it felt in their belly when it had been swallowed down?
Didn’t they know that a man’s sperm was almost one hundred percent protein, and was actually very good for them?
Marlene was always on a diet and figured that come was so healthy, she sometimes skipped a meal after sucking dick.
Marlene squeezed at Bernard’s balls rhythmically.
She squeezed once for every beat of his racing heart.
Bernard felt as if she really were sucking his balls dry.
He could hear himself screaming out with his absolute bliss. His howl reminded the little girl of a wounded animal.
It was hard to tell if he was experiencing ecstasy or agony.
He reminded Marlene of a werewolf, paying homage to the full moon.
“CCCOOOMMMIIINNNGGG!!!” Bernard screamed at the top of his lungs.
He could see little stars shooting across the insides of his tightly clenched eyelids as he climaxed.
Wave after wave of pleasure rippled up and down the tall, handsome man’s arched spine, making his mind reel.
He wondered if it were possible to pass out from the pureness of the joy that accompanied an orgasm.
He could no longer feel the balls of his feet touching the thick shag rug.
He felt as if he were drifting up toward the ceiling of the living room.
He was being launched into outer space by her loving mouth.
After the initial blast of semen, Marlene had no trouble swallowing the rest.
No more thick creamy fuck juice oozed onto her chin.
As quickly as it had started, it was over. Bernard could feel all of his muscles relaxing at the same time.
Marlene could feel the urgency leave his glans, and the spasming stopped.
All of Bernard’s muscles relaxed at the same time.
He loosened his grip on the back of the little girl’s neck.
He found that he could once again fill his lungs completely with air.
He was badly out of breath since he had been totally unable to breathe during the last few moments before his mind-crunching come.
Bernard could feel the ecstasy of his orgasm being replaced by the warm contentment of his afterglow.
He could feel his racing heartbeat slowly returning to normal.
The man was drenched with sweat, and he lightly caressed Marlene’s hair, running those long ebony strands between his affectionate fingers.
Marlene removed her hand from his balls and once again gripped the base of his cock with tiny fingers.
She could tell that the force of gravity was starting to have an effect on the tip of his cock.
She pulled her mouth slowly off of his cock head and moaned as she closed her jaw, which had stiffened from being forced open for so long.
Her jaw felt like it needed oil as she closed her mouth for the first time in what seemed like ages.
As she pulled her mouth away from his awesome pole of masculinity she looked down, crossing her eyes, to see a string of come connecting his piss hole with her upper lip.
She pulled her head back a couple of inches further and the bridge of semen broke in the middle.
Half of the string fell over Bernard’s deflating glans and the other half fell onto Marlene’s front teeth.
She rolled his come around on her tongue, and worked her tiny fist up and down the shaft a couple of times.
She could see a single bead of post-orgasmic fuck juice emerge from his still swollen piss hole.
That droplet was just about to fall onto the rug between Bernard’s big feet when Marlene caught it on the tip of her slightly curled tongue tip. She thought that his come was the tastiest she had ever known.
It reminded her of when she was a little girl and her mommy and daddy had taken her to Atlantic City.
Bernard’s come tasted just like the sea had smelled when the tide was all the way out in the afternoon.
She could see that there was a thin film of semen covering his cock head so she licked him clean with the flat part of her tongue.
By the time she finished licking his prick the only thing making it wet was her sweet saliva.
She released her grip on his cock and looked up at.
He could see a look of sincere affection in her eyes.
He knew that her cunt had to be burning with desire.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly,” Bernard said, caressing her streaked cheeks with his fingertips.
“On no,” Marlene said truthfully. “It was wonderful. You have a beautiful cock, Bernard.”
Bernard could feel a glow of pride at the compliment.
He reached down and grabbed the little girl by the armpits.
He lifted her to her feet and placed his hands on her ass.
He ran his palms gently over her sweet round buttocks.
Then he increased the pleasure, kneading at the supple flesh.
He worked his fingers through her ass flesh as if he were a chef kneading unrisen dough for baking.
She ground forward with her hips, her pussy flesh quivering.
Her natural lubrication continued to secrete in a steady flow.
Her inner thighs were slick and slippy from her cunt juice.
Bernard could smell her womanhood wafting up from the moist delta between her slightly parted thighs.
Marlene tilted her chin upward and parted her puffy lips.
She looked like she needed to be kissed very badly.
Their tongues came together before their lips as they fell into a passionate kiss, having a wet internal swordfight with their tongues.
“I’m so hot, so fucking hot,” Marlene said. It was the first time in her entire life that she had ever used a vulgarity in front of an adult.
She liked the saucy way it made her sound, and she was pleased when Bernard smiled in reaction to her language.
“Get on your back and open your legs for me,” Bernard said.
“I want to kiss every square inch of you.”
“My cunt is on fire,” Marlene said, throwing back her head, making a purring sound, her entire throat vibrating like a cat’s.
She got on her back on the rug and Bernard sprawled beside her, kissing and licking at the side of her neck.
He used his teeth to give her little love bites.
He bit hard enough to sent sharp twinges of pain shooting up and down the little girl’s spine.
But Marlene was so aroused that her brain could no longer distinguish between pleasure and pain.
Her brain translated the pain into pleasure as she felt herself becoming a complete sensate concerned only with sensation.
She nibbled at his earlobe as she gyrated her slim hips in a slow sensuous circle on the rug.
She could feel her cunt juice pouring like a thick waterfall out of the base of her pussy slit.
She knew that her cunt juices were sweet and looked like melted pearls as her poontang drooled.
Her nipples were dying to be sucked, straining to grow even harder and more erect than they were already.
The man kissed her face, lightly licking at her gently closed eyelids in a subtle moment of sensuality.
She could feel every sensation making its way through her aroused nervous system to her cunt which throbbed.
Her clit was red and hard as it poked out from under its equally swollen protective sheath of flesh.
Her inner lips opened and closed as if they were silently trying to form words.
Her inner cunt needed to be stretched open and filled with his lance.
First she would learn the divine pleasure’s that came from an experienced man’s tongue on her pussy.
“I knew that you wanted me. I knew it,” Marlene said.
“Oh God, it seems like I have wanted you for years, ever since you started turning into a woman.”
“When I realized that you liked to look at me while I was by the pool I did things to make you horny.”
“How long have you known that I watched you?”
“Ever since the very beginning of the summer.” Bernard could feel his salivary glands working overtime.
His mouth was filling rapidly with spit as he kissed his way down toward her breasts, allowing his right hand to rest, palm flat, on her abdomen, between her dimpled bellybutton and her tiny heart-shaped black pubic patch.
He showered both of her perky tits with tiny peck kisses.
The man then placed the tip of his tongue on her right nipple.
He began to flick it back and forth, making Marlene groan deeply, a sound that seemed to come all the way from the pit of her stomach, where she could still feel his sticky spunk resting. She sounded wanton, and she loved the way his hot tongue felt on her quivering feminine erection.
The man could feel her nipple getting harder against his tongue as he licked it, until it felt like a tiny pebble resting on top of her breast.
He pulled back his mouth an inch and puckered his lips when her entire nipple was wet and shiny from spit.
He blew cool air on the wet nipple, this sensation causing Marlene to shiver as if she were trying to get out of her skin.
She could feel her entire body covered with a thick layer of gooseflesh as she began to buck up and down with her slim hips.
Bernard could tell that she would be bucking her slim torso like a whip by the time he got his face between her thighs.
Marlene moved her feet so that the bans were pressed flat against the rug, and her toes were digging into the pile.
Her toes clutched whenever she was horny and this was just as much a symptom of her arousal as her swollen nipples and wet cunt.
She raised her knees up in the air and pressed the outside of her right thigh against the side of his hips, straining to point her knees at opposite paneled walls of the living room.
The little girl opened and closed her knees rapidly as she felt the man wrap his lips around her nipple to suck.
He sucked gingerly at first but quickly made the vacuum so intense that his cheeks were drawn in and her erection was deep in his mouth.
“SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!” Marlene screamed out, her face turning as red as a fire engine. Her face felt hot.
She pressed the back of her head hard against the rug, and then did the same with the balls of her feet.
She lifted her buttocks completely off the rug and tightened the muscles in her ass as she arched her back. She offered her tits to the man and he responded by opening his mouth gaping, mouthing as much of her breast flesh as possible at once.
Even as he sucked he flicked the tip of his finger across her nipple as hard and fast as he could.
Bernard then got his teeth on her nipples and began to nip lightly there, the twinges of pain feeling delicious.
“HARDER! BITE HARDER!” she screamed out, her facial features contorting from the intensity of the sensation.
She began to toss her head from side to side, and now it was she that was shiny from the perspiration of her sexual exertion.
He chomped down very hard on her nipple making the little girl let out a shriek of agony that turned into a shriek of ecstasy in the middle of her exhale.
He pulled her nipple, still keeping it clenched tightly in his jaw, until the flesh all around it was taut.
He released the nipple, allowing it to snap back into place, and repeated the process with the other nipple, once again starting with up most delicacy and working his way slowly to brutality.
By the time he was done with her tits Marlene’s nipples were longer and harder than she had ever seen them before.
Her eyes went so wide as she looked at those twin erections, that Bernard could see the white all the way around the near-black pupils.
She could see that her nipples were sticking almost a full inch out from the tips of her perky breasts.
The man kissed his way down her rib-cage and her soft belly, pausing at her cute little bellybutton.
He traced a circle around her navel with the tip of his tongue, enjoying the taste of her sweat.
He explored the inside of her bellybutton with his curious tongue, and Marlene was sure that it would tickle.
But instead it felt sexy and good and she realized that her nerve-endings could not be ticklish once her horniness reached a certain pitch.
“Please eat my cunt,” Marlene said. Her voice was high-pitched.
She sounded the same as she had when she was nine. She was begging him, just as she would have begged for candy when she was a child.
Her request was so sexy, so wanton, that he could not ignore it.
He kissed and licked his way rapidly down her abdomen.
He rubbed his nose in her tiny black pubic patch.
He got a mouthful of pubies and tugged them with his lips.
He heard the pretty teenager let out a sharp gasp of pleasure.
She lifted her right leg up in the air, pointing her toes at the ceiling, so Bernard could get his face between her legs.
He kissed at the back of her thigh as he moved his head under her leg.
When she replaced her foot on the rug he found that he was facing her cunt.
He could smell the musky aroma of her womanhood, and he placed his nose very close to her shimmering cunt flesh so he could fill his sinuses with that delicious scent.
He could see that the little girl did not have any hair at all growing at the sides of her vulva.
She rolled back so that her weight was on the small of her back and her buttocks were off the rug.
Bernard peeled back her ass cheeks and saw that she was equally bald between them, her asshole looking like a sweet pink asterisk poised only an inch away from the base of her wet cunt.
Bernard stroked her tits with his palms, and found them to be perfect handsful when he wrapped his fingers around to squeeze them.
He moved her tits in slow, sensuous circles, pressing them together so that her cleavage was long and deep.
He removed his palms from her tits so he could work on her nipples exclusively with his thumbs and forefingers.
He pinched and pulled on her sore nipples until she was writhing like crazy on the soft shag rug.
She could tell that her natural lubrication was rolling over the inch-long patch of tissue between her puckered anus and the base of her pussy.
The asshole itself was being lubricated by her cunt juice, and she could feel her sphincter muscle tingling.
She hoped that Bernard had enough jam for three comes.
She wanted to feel that big cock inside her ass also.
Her asshole was opening and closing, looking as if it were winking at him.
She could feel a craving deep inside her bowels.
She hoped that he was man enough to bugger her brutally — until she bled — after he finished fucking her tight teenage cunt.
The man began to kiss at the insides of her thighs, sliding his palms down her belt to the backs of her thighs.
He pressed upward with his palms on the backs of her thighs so that she drew her knees back further, still keeping them pointed in opposite directions.
Her thighs were opened past ninety degrees at that moment.
He kissed, licked and nipped his way down the insides of her smooth tanned thighs until his mouth was on the cheeks of her ass.
She could tell that he was going to rim her asshole with his curious tongue as he pulled her ass cheeks apart until the skin in the crack was pulled as tight as the skin on a drum.
Marlene could feel some of the puckers in her sphincter muscle being pulled smooth by this pressure.
Bernard placed the tip of his tongue at the top of the crack of her ass, which was closest to the rug.
He flicked back and forth lightly, and moved upward, getting ever closer to her burning nether eye.
Marlene let out a sharp grunt and closed her eyes tightly as she felt the tip of his tongue find her rectum.
He traced a circle around her ring of muscle and then licked at her asshole with the flat part of his tongue until all of the delicious flavor was gone.
He placed his nose close to her anus so he could savor the rich aroma of her aching inner bowels.
Marlene had heard that there were a lot of women in the world who didn’t like to get fucked in the ass.
Either they thought that it hurt too much, or they thought it was dehumanizing, degrading and humiliating.
Marlene put these women in the same category as those who didn’t like to swallow a man’s silver seed.
In fact, Marlene suspected that they were the same women.
Fucked-up tight ass bitches, just like Bernard’s wife.
Marlene wanted to show the married man just what he was missing.
She wanted to let him know that there were pleasures in the world he would never find in his own bed with his iceberg of a wife.
Bernard made the tip of his tongue pointy, and concentrated on keeping it as stiff as possible.
He placed the tip right on her anus and pushed forward with his head, tensing the muscles in his thick neck.
As he began to work his tongue up past her sphincter, feeling the ring of muscle opening willfully to let him inside, he could feel the blood pumping down his body, returning to his cock and balls.
His balls once again felt as if they were on fire.
His cock began to throb and grow, and he knew that he would be ready to fuck her by the time he made her come with his mouth. She made little whimpering and whining noises as she tossed about, and Bernard had to wrap his arms tightly around the tops of her thighs to keep her lower torso relatively still, and making it easier for him to keep his tongue inside her ass.
Marlene loved the way it felt to be tongued in that way.
Even though she had fucked a lot of boys she had never had any of them stick their tongue up her asshole before.
She figured they would have thought it was disgusting.
They didn’t know that being disgusting was the whole point.
One had to forget about society’s rules to be a complete sexual animal.
Bernard got his tongue as deep as possible into her bowels.
This felt very very good, but Marlene knew that his tongue was neither long enough nor thick enough to appease her anal cravings.
She knew that that was job for his cock and prayed she could know the bliss of sodomy that afternoon.
But the desire in her pussy only got worse and she knew that she was going to burst into the first of what she hoped to be many orgasms the second the handsome man got his tongue on the center of her womanly pleasure.
“EAT MY C-C-CUNT!!!” Marlene screamed loudly.
She could feel a vein bulging at her right temple.
Her jaw was set and her eyes were closed, her eyelashes pressed very hard against her high cheekbones.
Bernard pulled his tongue out of her ass and licked at the base of her cunt where the accumulation of natural lubrication was thickest.
The little girl had the sweetest cunt juice he had ever tasted.
It tasted as if it really did have honey in it.
He moved his fingers to the outer lips and pulled them apart slowly.
He could see that her inner lips protruded furthest from her slit.
They were very swollen and large enough to suck on. He got his tongue between her inner lips and plunged it deep into her fuck hole.
The man licked at her poontang with long broad strokes, quaffing deeply from her plentiful secretions.
He allowed no nook nor crannie of her pussy unexplored, and he saved the quivering clitoris for last.
He placed the forefinger on his right hand at the top of her pussy slit and pulled it upward so the entire visible portion of her love button was open and available to his tongue’s caress.
He had to lift his hips up a little because his cock was hard and he had been pressing it against the rug painfully.
He placed the tip of his tongue on her love button.
She let out a sharp cry of pleasure that emptied her lungs.
She sounded slightly asthmatic as she struggled to inhale.
He began to flick his tongue back and forth across her little man in the boat.
She could feel the explosions starting inside her hot twat.
The pleasure spread in ripples to fill her slim, bucking hips.
Bernard quickly increased the pressure of his tongue on her clit.
Soon he was digging hard at her cunt, and the pleasure moved up her spine.
The physical joy rested in a cluster at the base of her skull for a moment.
Then it surged into her brain, and she let out a blood-curdling scream.
Marlene sounded as if she were being tortured by a masked sadist.
She looked like she were in the throes of a spastic seizure.
One would have almost expected foam to come spilling from her mouth.
“OOOHHH MMMYYY GGGOOODDD!!!” she screamed, pausing between words.
The Shakey’s and the Parkinsons’ lived in a tiny village south of Rochester called West Rushdale.
Nobody wondered why it was called that, even though there was no Rushdale nor an East Rushdale.
The only thing that West Rushdale was west of was the Burns’ large corn field and Evergreen Hill, where the teenagers parked to screw.
It was the sort of town where everyone knew everyone else by name.
Strangers were noticed immediately and new-comers were not encouraged.
On certain streets there was a town rule that said you had to keep your house painted white with dark green trimming.
Many of the streets were lined with maple trees so that they looked like green tunnels in the summertime.
At that moment, on the north end of town, Michele Shakey was sprawled on her bed in her aunt’s guest room.
Her aunt was actually her great aunt, her grandmother’s sister on her mother’s side.
She was a nice enough old lady, but she napped a lot and there wasn’t much to do while Michele was staying there.
Michele found that she spent more time than usual thinking about sex, which was because she had no other distraction, and sex was by far the most fun thing to think about when there was nothing to do.
At that moment she was naked on the bed with her legs spread and her head propped up on both of the foam rubber pillows.
She was stroking her own nipples, moaning lightly.
She really didn’t have to worry about how much noise she made.
Aunt Helen was deaf. You had to scream to make yourself heard even when you were standing right next to her.
In spite of the fact that Marlene was Michele’s best friend, Michele remained a virgin. She had been out on a few dates but had never let things get out of hand.
Michele envied Marlene’s promiscuity, wishing that she could be open and free with her sexuality like that.
But the truth of the matter was Michele just didn’t think that the boys she went to school with were sexy.
She had decided a long time before that she would be damned if she would lose her precious cherry to a boy with stale beer on his breath in the backseat of a car parked on Evergreen Hill.
This didn’t make her very popular with the boys but she didn’t care.
She wanted her first lover to be a mature man, someone who would love and respect her rather than just fuck her for his own pleasure.
She knew that it was supposed to hurt when her cherry popped and she didn’t want some spastic teenager tearing at her hymen carelessly.
She wanted to lose her virginity to a man who was experienced enough to be slow and tender with her. It would be her first time. Her pussy was a blossom. When she received her first prick it would become a full-fledged flower.
Michele was at a very tough time in her life, and she wondered why Marlene never seemed to have the same problems she did.
Marlene adjusted to her role as a sexual being without trauma.
Michele could feel about a zillion butterflies flapping around in her guts when she thought seriously about getting laid.
She knew that she was pretty enough to be desired by grown-up men.
But she had no idea how to go about finding one.
West Rushdale was the sort of town where married men had to be very careful because there was no such thing as keeping a secret.
She thought about hitchhiking just to see who would pick her up, but decided that that was too dangerous.
Just because she wanted to get laid didn’t mean that she wanted to get raped.
She pinched lightly at her nipples and then placed the centers of her palms over them in an affectionate sensuous self-caress.
She had her father’s chestnut colored hair, which had been cut short into a cute pixie with bangs.
There was still a large part of Michele that felt the same as it did before she reached puberty.
She still enjoyed climbing trees and being a tom-boy.
But there was an ever-growing part of her that was in a rush to grow up.
She knew that having sex would be no trouble at all when she went to college.
Once she got out of the house and lived in a dorm room, she was sure that her life would be one blissful fuck after another.
She assumed that boys did a lot of growing up by the time they got to college, and figured college guys to be the kind of experienced lovers she needed.
Michele tried to let her mind go blank, thinking only about the growing tension in her pussy.
Michele thought about the years she had spent suffering with her ache of desire before she started to touch herself.
There had been a period of time when Michele was afraid of having her first orgasm.
She had been afraid that she would enjoy the sensation too much and would become obsessed with it.
As it turned out, she had been right. Her first come had opened a Pandora’s Box, and she touched herself in an impure manner every night and sometimes even snuck off into the girls’ room at school, locking herself in a stall, so she could quickly diddle her clit to climax in between classes.
There were times when she was so horny she knew she would have to jack-off or be unable to think of anything else.
It seemed like her panties ended up getting wet every day just from the fantasies she had of wrapping her arms and her legs around a humping hunk at the same time.
Michele stretched her thighs so far apart that her feet dangled off the sides of the single guest room bed.
Michele had much larger tits than Marlene. She had big jugs that stuck out straight from her chest.
She knew that guys liked her big tits a lot, but so far her willpower had held out and now of them had touched her tits, even when she necked a couple of times.
The little girl clutched her big tits hard and pushed them together.
Her fingers were not long enough to hold all of her breast flesh at the same time.
That was a job for a larger hand, a man’s hand.
She released her breasts and ran the palms of her hands lightly down the front of her body.
Her waist was slim and her hips were on the broad side, though firm and without fat, giving her a near-perfect hourglass figure.
Her skin was fair. She was the kind of girl who had to suffer through a few sunburns at the beginning of each summer before the tanning process began.
Even when she did start to tan, she had to worry about peeling and she never got anywhere near as dark as her friend Marlene.
She had a pubic patch that grew in a perfect inverted triangle, neatly covering her entire mound.
One would have thought that she trimmed her pubies to make them so neat, but only Michele knew that that was the way they grew naturally, and she didn’t even have to shave in order to wear her bikini.
She twirled her forefingers around in her pubies, gathering them up as she would spaghetti on a fork.
She could feel little spasms of anticipation in her pussy.
When she was in a hurry she could make herself come quickly.
When she had some time to kill she liked to bring herself to climax slowly, exploring her different erogenous zones thoroughly.
She placed her feet flat on the foot of the bed and raised her knees up in the air.
Unlike Marlene, Michele’s nails had been filed short, and she never wore any polish on them.
Michele had never been particularly vain, and had figured that long fingernails got in the way.
She placed her soft fingertips on the insides of her thighs, very close to her bent knees, then drew then downward.
She stroked lightly, not stopping the caress until she was a fraction of an inch from the swollen outer lips of her virgin pussy.
Michele lifted her feet from the bed so she could stroke her buttocks lightly, sighing and gyrating.
She liked to stick her finger up her asshole sometimes, even though it hurt a little bit, just because it was as close as she could come to simulating a cock penetrating one of her sex holes.
She pulled the cheeks of her ass apart and dabbed at her tingling anus with the ball of flesh at the tip of her right forefinger.
She winced as she pushed her finger inside, not stopping until she was in all the way to the third knuckle.
She wiggled her finger around, touching different spots within her spongy inner bowel tissues.
Michele could tell that her ass penetration had been aided by the cunt drippings that had fallen down into the crack of her ass.
She began to stretch her sphincter by moving her finger, wondering how far it would have to open to allow a real cock inside.
Michele had never seen an erect penis in her entire life.
She had seen diagrams in books of what one was supposed to look like.
But the actual male genitalia was always vague in her fantasies.
She pulled her finger out of her ass until only the tip remained inside her burning ring of rectum muscle.
She then plunged the whole thing back inside, letting out a sharp gasp that emptied her lungs.
Michele could feel the ache in her pussy growing.
She knew that she would have to make herself come right away.
The little girl could tease herself no longer.
She pulled her finger out of her ass and brought that hand up to her face.
She held the finger under her nose and sniffed at it lightly.
Then she inhaled deeply, drawing the scent of her inner bowels deep into her sinuses with a sigh.
In a compulsive moment, she plunged the finger deep into her mouth and sucked on it with puffy lips.
She sucked and rolled her tongue over the soiled finger sensuously at the same time until it was whistle clean.
She put a fingertip to the base of her pussy slit, where the accumulation of natural lubrication was thick and slippery.
She was moaning and groaning with each of her exhales.
Her breaths were getting shorter and closer together as she rapidly approached orgasm, running her fingertip lightly up and down the swollen outer lips of her burning fuck delta. She pushed the inner lips apart a little with her finger, pushing her finger inside until she could feel her maidenhead.
Michele pressed against her intact cherry, feeling the thin wall that had protected her virginity for so long pulling tight under the pressure.
She had a great urge to push her fingers right through the hymen so she could touch herself where she had never been touched before.
There was a great need to be stroked up past that membrane, a spot near the mouth of her womb that demanded to be touched by a piercing cock.
Michele wondered how much longer she would have to wait before she could find a man she would feel comfortable in bed with.
She wondered how long she would have to wait to feel her virgin pussy completely filled with humping cock meat.
Michele drew her finger up until she was touching her clitoris.
She felt the pressure in her hips growing in leaps and bounds.
The ache in her loins was becoming unbearably good.
She could feel the pressure in her lower torso reaching the saturation pound.
She knew that that tension could get no worse before the explosions of her sexual release were inevitable.
She touched her love button very lightly at first, seeking the subtlest sensation with her fingertip.
But then she began to increase the pressure and she could feel the outer third of her vagina flesh begin to convulse wildly.
She could tell that she was making a wet spot on the center of the red bedspread beneath her round hips.
She could feel all of her muscles tensing and she bucked so hard on the bed that her left leg feel off the edge and dangled with the toes tightly curled under.
She moved her hips up and down wildly realizing that this was an instinctive motion — the same motion she would make if a cock was inside her.
She began to roll her clit around in a small circle, moving it as if it were a marble rolling in oil.
She began to let out a series of sharp screams, each a little higher-pitched than the one before it.
As the pleasure spread in waves to fill her entire body her sound was so high that she figured only dogs would be able to hear it clearly.
She pressed her clit flat against the base of her pubic bone and began to flick her fingertip back and forth across it as hard and fast as she could.
Then it was over and she fell back limp on the bed, basking in the wonderment of her warm afterglow.
She held her breath, feeling like she never would be able to cross her legs again.
She never wanted to put her knees together. It felt so good sprawled with her thighs open, her pussy an open slash of raw meat.
She finally got her head together enough to slip into her robe and pad down the hall to the bathroom.
She locked herself in the john and hung her robe on a hook on the back of the bathroom door just above the full-length mirror that was mounted there.
She sat on the toilet seat and peed, moaning a little as she wiped herself with a tiny ball of toilet tissue to remove the excess droplets of urine.
She stroked her clit a little, which was still very sensitive and then steeped into the shower.
She liked her showers to be just short of scalding and she loved the way the needles of hot spray felt against her flesh.
In a matter of seconds the bathroom was filled with steam.
Both the mirror on the back of the door and the one above the medicine cabinet were completely fogged over.
She washed all of her nooks and crannies before getting out and drying herself off with a large white bath towel.
She brushed her hair, slipped on her robe and returned to the guest room where she kept her blow dryer.
She dressed and walked down the hall, pressing an ear against her Aunt Helen’s bedroom door quietly.
She could hear gross snoring coming from inside and knew that Aunt Helen was still doing what she did best.
Bored out of her skull, Michele decided that she would go for a walk around town to see what she could see.
Maybe she would find some of her friends hanging out that she could spend the afternoon with.
She scribbled a quick note on the small square blackboard mounted on the wall next to the kitchen phone.
She then bounced out into the summer sun and headed for the old railroad depot where her gang hung out.
There were a lot of guys in her group of friends, and she had managed to have platonic friendships with most of them.
There were a few who didn’t seem to like her very much.
That was because they had once had crushes on her and had been rejected.
There was no one behind the depot so she took the dirt path through the gravel pits, finding the school grounds on the other side equally as deserted.
She wished that she could just go home. Her daddy would be there, and he was always a lot more fun than Aunt Helen.
She loved her daddy very much.
She had decided long before that she wanted her first lover to be as much as possible like her father.
She could never understand why her daddy had put up with her mommy for so long.
He was so warm, loving and handsome. She was an icy bitch.
Michele thought that her father was perfect in every way.
If only they weren’t related, she would be making plans to seduce him.
She strolled down Maple Street toward the downtown section of West Rushdale.
One might think that West Rushdale was not big enough to have a downtown, but it did, and all of the town’s businesses were gathered on one block in the center of Main Street.
There was the fire station, the police station, the Huckleberry Dairy, where kids go to eat ice cream and steal comic books.
Michele sat for a moment on the park bench in front of the dairy hoping she would see some friends cruising down Main Street looking for action.
Of course, there was no guarantee that they would stop and pick her up.
People who were looking for action usually weren’t looking for Michele.
Only boys from out of town flirted with her much because they didn’t know about her reputation as a goody-goody.
Nothing was happening. She had a great urge to go to her own house, or maybe stop by, and see Marlene.
But she didn’t. She knew that Aunt Helen would be upset if she wasn’t there when she woke up and she had to get back.
At that moment Bernard could feel a little spritz hitting him just below the lower lip tickling him a little.
He knew that the pretty black haired girl was ejaculating fluid from her urethra.
He had read about this in sex books but had never experienced it before.
It made him wonder if his wife had been faking orgasms during the early years of their marriage.
After a while Margaret had not bothered to pretend any longer and had treated sexual activity as a chore.
The man licked at Marlene’s clit until her spasms were over. She fell back onto the bed still panting and moaning with her afterglow.
Bernard pulled his face out of her cunt and rested his chin lightly on her pubic bone just above her tiny heart-shaped patch of black pubies.
He looked at her beautiful face between her breasts.
She opened her eyes and he could see that they had welled up with tears during her crushing climax.
Bernard placed his palms flat on the shag rug on either side of Marlene’s slim, petite torso.
As he did this the little girl could see that his cock was already stiff and ready for fucking.
She knew that she wasn’t going to have very long to bask in the glorious relaxation of her glow.
The second she saw that huge ten inch prick flopping beneath the flat plain of his belly, her tremendous ache of desire returned.
But this time the ache was not centered in her clitoris, but rather in a magic spot near her cervix.
She wanted to feel the tip of that cock working deeper inside her pussy than any cock had before.
She could feel her inner and outer cunt lips begin to spasm a little as she thought about how far open that hole was going to have to stretch to take the girth of the man’s throbbing purple cock head.
The man crawled up on the rug, moving so that he was hovering directly above the pretty little girl.
She could feel the tip of his prick touching her soft lower belly, and he lowered his head to kiss her.
She stretched her legs open as the man moved his hips so that the tip of his prick slid down across her near-bald mound.
He could feel her downy black pubic hairs caressing his glans.
He held his elbows locked in the straight position.
He looked as if he were about to do a series of push-ups.
This thought made Marlene feel like giggling, because, after all, he was going to do push-ups on top of her.
The man supported the weight of his upper body exclusively with his left arm, reaching back with the right to get a grip on the base of his cock.
He gave his prick a couple of quick squeezes, just to make sure that it was as hard and thick as he wanted it to be. He was satisfied.
“Oh God, Bernard, I want your cock inside me so badly. I want you all the way inside my pussy,” Marlene said.
Her voice was breathless with her passion as she spoke.
Bernard used his hand to guide the tip of his prick.
The little girl let out a sharp cry of pleasure as she felt him massaging her love button with the tip of his tool.
She wished that he would do this for a moment longer, but didn’t mind when he began to move his thick glans downward so that it was touching the curled back edges of her protruding inner cunt lips.
He had his cock poised at the mouth of her fuck hole.
He began to press down with his hips, using a steady pressure.
Marlene felt the muscles in her legs tighten as his prick began to slip inside.