Unknown - Daddy_s Naked Angels

"It would be good for her if she did find out. It wouldn't be good for you, but it might snap her back into the real world. I think it's about time that Mommy realized that the world is not made up of over-anxious third-graders who need a scolding," Michele snapped, her face reddening.

Michele hated her mother. She loved her Daddy. She loved Marlene. It was all starting to make some strange sense in her confused mind.

She shook her head, still struggling to let the news sink in.

"I had to tell you. You know that I could never keep a secret from you, my love," Marlene said.

She placed a gentle palm on Michele's smooth cheek. They kissed gently, touching the tip of their tongues together for a split second.

"I know. I'm glad that you told me," Michele said.

She looked directly into the black haired girl's near-ebony eyes.

"Are you going to tell Daddy about me and you?"

"Do you want me to. I can keep a secret when it's just the two of us."

"I don't know. I have to sort all of this out in my mind."

They washed each other off tenderly, and went out by the swimming pool.

Michele was nervous about having to see her Daddy. The alcohol was starting to wear off and she was losing her reckless abandon.

But the afternoon grew late, and the girls did not want to be intimate out by the swimming pool. Michele knew that Daddy was looking at them out the kitchen window. She figured he was probably feeling lust when he looked at Marlene. She wondered if he felt lust when she looked at her too. This was a new thought for her and she was amused by it. Michele couldn't help but wonder what would happen if she flirted with her father. She knew that she was at least as sexy as Marlene, and she had managed to seduce him with no trouble. Michele's face burned with these thoughts of incest. But by the time Michele went back into the house that afternoon wearing only her bikini, she knew that she had the courage.

It was the next afternoon and Michele was still wearing only her bikini. She had dressed during the previous evening when her mother had been home.

Margaret didn't even approve of Michele wearing cut-off jeans around the house. She wanted Daddy to look at her so she danced around the kitchen as he sat at the kitchen table reading the newspaper.

He lowered the paper and looked at her. She smiled brightly.

"I feel wonderful today. Tingly all over," she said.

"I feel pretty good myself," Bernard said with a small smile.

"Do you think I have a nice body, Daddy," Michele asked.

Where had he heard those words before? Marlene?

"Oh no, not you too," Bernard said placing his palm on his forehead, lowering his eyes to the wood table.

"What does that mean, Daddy?" Michele said. "Can I sit on your lap? Can I? Please. Pretty please."

"You know all about it, don't you, you little munchkin? You've been talking to that friend of yours."

His eyes were twinkling so Michele saw no reason to lie.

"Uh huh. She told me all about it. I think that it's wonderful. You see she and I are lovers also."

Bernard took a few seconds to get a handle on this. He moved his legs to one side so she could sit on his lap.

She rubbed her fanny against his crotch, and he could feel his balls starting to ache badly.

He was becoming sexually aroused at the touch of his own daughter, and for a moment he was filled with shame. But as he had found with Marlene, he was weak to temptation, and he found himself craving his daughter with all of his heart.

"What are you trying to do little girl? Are you trying to get friendly the way your friend did?"

"Uh huh. I want to get friendly with you just the way Marlene did," Michele said in a baby's voice.

"I suppose that you know everything there is to know about sex, huh?" Bernard said paternally.

He really had little idea about Michele's sexual experience.

He figured that she was popular enough to have had sex.

"I don't know anything, Daddy. I just know that it feels really good when Marlene eats me and diddles me. I've never, you know, had a man."

Bernard could feel his cock getting very hard in his pants.

Michele could feel it too since it was pressing against her buttock.

"You are a virgin?" Bernard asked. He raised his right eyebrow into an arch. He turned up one corner of his mouth into a sadistic grin. Bernard Shakey had never popped a cherry before in his life. He knew that it hurt a girl to get fucked for the first time.

He thought of doing that to his daughter, and at first it didn't appeal to him, but then he realized that the pain he would cause by popping his pretty daughter's precious cherry would be simply opening up the doors to a life-time of pleasure.

This thought appealed to him a great deal and he put his hand on the back of her head, guiding her face toward his own.

"Give Daddy a little kiss," Bernard whispered.

"Untouched by any man," Michele said. She didn't sound like a baby anymore.

Michele didn't even sound like a little girl, like she did when she made love with Marlene the previous day.

She knew that she was about to receive her first cock. She was going to graduate forever into womanhood. She paused to say a nostalgic farewell to her childhood. She knew that a part of her was going to be torn away – a part of her that would never grow back.

Michele continued to grind downward with her round hips.

Their lips got closer together and he moved his hand to her tit. They kissed gently, with mouths closed at first. Then they parted their lips and touched the tips of their tongues together.

Michele could tell that her Daddy had a big cock from the size of the bulge pressing in her ass.

But she had no idea just how big it was. She still had a major shock ahead of her.

They rolled their tongues together, and Michele realized that Daddy was an even better kisser than MacIntyre.

It was kind of weird doing this kind of stuff with her own father, the man who had bounced her on his knee when she was a little girl.

Now he was squeezing her tit, for the first time holding the entire thing.

Their lust rapidly grew and Bernard took Michele up to her bedroom.

He closed the door securely behind him but did not lock it.

Michele could feel her cunt boiling. She had never felt the craving for penetration this intense before. It was as if her cunt knew that it was about to be impaled.

Her cherry felt like it needed to be popped badly.

It would be a not-so-sad farewell to her virginity. She was ready to take this step toward adulthood.

She was not drunk. She was cold sober and knew exactly what she was doing.

The little girl was throwing herself over to absolute pleasure.

She thought of the many times she had fantasized about faceless men. She knew know that the body had belonged to Daddy.

She had wanted her first lover to be as much like her father as possible. She was doing herself one better by losing her cherry to the original. She was amazed that she hadn't realized the passion she felt toward her father earlier in the ball game. Michele could tell that she was making a wet spot in the crotch of her tiny bikini bottoms. She was lubing up beautifully.

Michele was aware of the pain she was to face also.

Even though she had tried to deny it, she knew that one of the reasons she had waited so long to get laid was that she was afraid of the pain that initial penetration would cause her unused pussy.

Michele removed the top of her bikini and sat on the edge of the bed.

Bernard dropped to his knees in front of her, as if she were his goddess of Eros, and he was praying. He took her nipples into his mouth and sucked on them. He nipped at them with his teeth and pulled at them. He flicked the tip of his tongue back and forth across them.