Unknown - Daddy_s Naked Angels

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 Goddd!!!" she screamed, pausing between words.

The Shakey's and the Parkinson's 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.