Unknown - Daddy_s Naked Angels

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.