Unknown - Daddy_s Naked Angels

She stayed on her hands and knees for a long time, her tits bobbing up and down as she caught her breath.

She didn't think the burning in her butt would ever go away.

Marlene could tell that she was all fucked out. She collapsed onto her belly on the rug and moaned.

She thought that her lust was insatiable. But she felt thoroughly appeased.

She finally rolled over on her back and looked at the handsome man that had just satisfied her incredible lust.

"I have to get something to wipe myself clean," Bernard said and started to rise to his feet.

The two of them were both covered with sweat and she knew what she wanted to do.

"Let me lick you clean," she said, giving him a saucy wink.

He thought that it was a splendid idea and returned to his knees while Marlene moved to lick his prick.

On Evergreen Hill MacIntyre pulled a white rag out of his glove compartment and tenderly wiped his semen from Michele's face.

He kissed her on the lips and said thank you.

"My pleasure," Michele said. She wanted to go straight back to Aunt Helen's guest room and jack off.

MacIntyre then pulled up his pants and buckled his belt.

"Did I do okay?" Michele asked sweetly, her voice quivering a bit.

"It was really nice," MacIntyre said. "But it seems a shame that I get my rocks off and you don't. It's not fair."

"Go slow with me, Macintyre. I know that you want to enlighten me to all of the joys of the world, but a little girl can't learn too much at one time. I'm still blown away from what just happened. I mean I can't believe it."

"Okay," MacIntyre said.

He sounded sympathetic and sincere.

He allowed his lips to graze lightly across her cheek and kissed her ear.

The smacking sound he made with his puckered lips sounded very loud since he was so close to her ear-drum.

"I really have to get going," Michele said. He knew she meant it.

He started up the car and turned it around so he could head back down the hill to the paved country road.

He got her back to her Aunt Helen's house very quickly, once again flooring it on the open road.

Again the little girl felt the thrill of the speed, and couldn't wait until she could drive a car so she could race around like that all the time.

She found that Aunt Helen had not woken up while she was gone.

Her chalk message was still there on the blackboard beside the kitchen telephone.

She ran upstairs to her room and locked herself inside.

Her cunt was a soupy mess and she went straight for her clit.

She didn't even bother to take off her clothes.

She just sprawled on her back in the center of the bed and lifted her ass to hitch down her faded blue jeans and her white cotton panties at the same time.

She dipped her fingers into her drooling honey pot, searching around the top of the slit for the center of her womanly pleasure.

She only had to diddle herself for second before she was bucking and crying from the divine pleasure.

She knew that her orgasm was nothing compared to the sensations she would have received if she had allowed MacIntyre to pop her cherry up on Evergreen Hill.

Bernard and Marlene took a long loving shower together.

They washed each other sensuously, lingering over the erogenous zones.

Bernard had to keep pinching himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

If someone had told him he would spend the day fucking the neighbor girl in all three holes when he got up that morning he would have said they were crazy.

They dried each other off with the bathroom door open to let out the thick steam that had filled the john during the shower.

When the shower was over Marlene put on her bikini, finding the two-pieces right where she had left them on the living room floor.

They paused in the kitchen to kiss and embrace one last time.

Marlene then crossed the Shakey's backyard, into her own, climbed up on the pool platform and dived into the water.

Bernard stood in front of the sink watching her.

Marlene Parkinson told her very very best friend all of her secrets. She was in a jam. How could she ever tell Michele that she was having an affair with her father?

She hated the idea of keeping secrets from Michele, but she knew that she would never have the courage to confess. She thought that it would hurt Michele.

Being young and compulsive, Marlene felt a light bulb going on over her head.

She snapped her fingers and called up Michele on the telephone.

It was a week later and the girl had finished her stay at her Aunt Helen's house.

Marlene decided that she would seduce her friend. If she and Michele were lovers it would be easier to talk about the affair she was having with Bernard.

Bernard answered the phone and Marlene used her sexy voice.

It was the middle of the afternoon. Bernard thought that it was a little bold to be calling him while Michele was home.

"Hi," Marlene said chipperly. "How's your old meat?"

Bernard stammered a little and said, "Hi, how have you been?"

He sounded phony. Bernard did not like the sound of his voice at all.

"I didn't call to talk to you silly," Marlene said with a little giggle. "I'm your daughter's friend, remember?"

"Ah yes, it seems like an eternity ago," Bernard said.

"Maybe it was just last week. Is Shelley around?"

"Yeah, I'll get her." Bernard could feel his face turning hot as he cupped his hand over the receiver and called out his daughter's name.

She was upstairs in her bedroom looking at her rock star magazines.

"I'll pick it up in your room, Daddy," Michele called out cheerfully.

Michele was anxious to talk to Marlene about her incident with MacIntyre.

She knew that Marlene was the only person in the whole wide world she could tell about the first cock she sucked.

Bernard wanted to express lust and passion to Marlene, but knew that he had to keep his cool. He had never had an affair before and wasn't used to deception as part of his daily routine.

"'lo," Michele said quickly after she heard her father click the receiver downstairs.

"Hey, come over here. Wanna drink some of my old man's wine?"

Michele wasn't much of a drinker. In fact she had never been drunk in her entire life.

But she was in the mood to learn. She knew that it would be easier to tell Marlene about MacIntyre if her inhibitions were starting to break down.

"Yeah, okay. I've got oodles of things to talk to you about."

"Me too. It seems like we have a lot of catching up to do."

Michele hung up ran down the stairs, shouted a careless good-bye to her Daddy and ran across the backyards to the Parkinson's house.

Marlene was at the back screen door waiting for her and let her into the kitchen.

The two houses were very similar only reversed, since their backs were to one another, and Michele had found that she had no trouble finding anything in the Parkinson's house even the first time she had been in it years before.

"I went out with a guy!" Michele said excitedly.

"Who?" Marlene asked, pulling out a bottle of wine.

She filled two glasses with ice and filled both glasses to the brim with the wine.

The drink was a deep red color, the same color that the pretty black-haired girl painted her fingernails and toenails. Michele took a quick sip from the top of her glass and decided that she liked the flavor a great deal.

The wine wasn't too sweet like the stuff she was usually served at Christmas time, and she thought she would be able to drink a lot of it.

"MacIntyre Symms," Michele said. "I went for a ride in his convertible."

"Where did he take you? Did he fuck you?" Marlene asked.

They both gulped at their drinks and Marlene refilled their glasses.