Unknown - Daddy_s Naked Angels

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.