Unknown - Daddy_s Naked Angels

Bernard Shakey stood in his kitchen looking out the tiny window above the white porcelain sink. It was a beautiful summer day and the man could see that there wasn't a cloud in the entire sky. The sun was high and the air was warm without the humidity that made everything feel sticky.

The grass in his backyard was freshly mowed and he could see across to the neighbor's swimming pool on the other side of the wooden fence.

The pool was round and blue eighteen feet across and beside it was a stained redwood platform.

Bernard could see that the neighbor girl, Marlene Parkinson was sunbathing on the platform lazily. She was sprawled on a blanket on her belly, wearing nothing but her skimpy black string bikini. He had been watching Marlene out of that window for the whole summer and his fantasies had been going wild.

Marlene was only sixteen years old, the same age as Bernard's daughter, and she was already starting to look like a full-fledged woman.

The little girl had black hair that had not been cut for a long time, except for having the tips trimmed to keep them from splitting.

Her hair was long and thick, and it spilled gracefully down her back and she sprawled in the warm sunshine. The hair was parted in the middle, and though he couldn't see her face at that moment, he knew that it fell gently down to her forehead, that it was no doubt stylishly cut in bangs, falling just short of the tops of her eyebrows.

Her eyes were large and dark brown, so dark in fact that they appeared to be ebony in dim light.

He knew that her eyes twinkled naughtily when she was thinking about things little girls weren't supposed to think about.

Dirty things.

Sexy things.

Bernard could feel the blood pumping down his body to his groin as he stared at the sexy nymphet. Marlene flirted with Bernard every time she came over to visit his daughter Michele.

At first the man thought that this was cute, but after a while he started to desire Marlene more than was healthy.

He had never cheated on his wife, and he knew that balling the neighbor's daughter was a risky business. Still, he knew that she would just love to spread her legs for him if they ever had the opportunity to be completely alone.

Marlene was a tiny girl, standing only a fraction of an inch over five feet tall, built on a small frame. She had never weighed more than ninety-five pounds in her entire life, even when she was soaking wet.

The little girls rolled over on her side and switched the station on the transistor radio resting on the corner of her red blanket.

As she did this the man could see how high, firm and perky the little girl's youthful breasts were.

He could see that they were perfect half melons, resting high on her chest, the nipples erect. He could see little humps in the top of her bikini, and he wondered if this meant she was as sexually aroused as he. He could see that her skin had been tanned a golden brown color, and he knew that her flesh was considerably lighter on the limited portions of her torso that were covered by the skimpy black bikini. Bernard pulled open the clipboard door above the chrome toaster and searched behind the teacups.

He found his new super high-power binoculars and turned up the corners of his mouth with voyeuristic glee. He had told his wife Margaret that he was taking up bird-watching as his new hobby.

Bernard assumed that the woman had bought the line He figured that his wife had taken it hook, line and sinker. Bernard had assumed that there was no one in the entire world who knew what his new hobby really was. Bernard had been finding himself thinking more and mere about the little girl who lived next door. He could ten that she was going to grow up to be an incredible beauty.

Fuck that, Bernard thought to himself with an inward laugh, Marlene Parkinson was already an incredible beauty.

He could see that her waist was so slim that he could probably get both of his hands all the way around if he stretched the fingers.

Her hips were slim, yet round, and her were so shapely they made his swollen testicles ache. As he watched he could feel the blood pumping into his prick.

His cock began to throb, aching as severely as his nuts. He could feel his tool of manhood throbbing once for each beat of his heart.

And that lance was getting a little bit longer and thicker with each throb, making Bernard sure that it wasn't going to stop growing until he had a full erection crammed inside his drawers. Bernard was exceptionally well-hung, and his pants could feel like a tight prison when he had a boner.

There had been times when he thought he was going to tear right out of the crotch of his pants. That will give you an idea the urgency he felt in his rod.

The thing needed to stand at attention, straight out in front of his hips. His balls began to feel as if they were on fire.

Those testicles felt like two balls of sterno that had just been set ablaze by the spark of lust. Bernard was wrong about no one knowing about his favorite past-time.

Marlene Parkinson was fully aware that the man watched her when she sprawled near naked outside his kitchen window.

She had been amused by the idea and often adjusted the top of her bikini bottoms, or allowed her fingers to brush across her erect nipples, just to tease the man a little bit.

Marlene had gotten so excited at the thought of the mature man admiring her that she often became horny and had to jump into the water just to cool down her sweet tight pussy flesh.

She was no virgin. The little girl had been around, and had a reputation in town for being a sport. Among the high school boys Marlene had a reputation for having round heels she tipped over easy. The word was, among the boys, that she didn't need much of a push before she ended up on her back with her legs spread.

Sometimes Marlene got so sexually aroused while sun-bathing that she had to go inside and masturbate. She had often thought about masturbating right then and there, on the platform, so the man would be able to see. But there was no telling when someone else might figure out their game.

If anyone was going to get caught, Marlene wanted to make damn sure that it was Bernard Shakey. Margaret Shakey was a school teacher at the grammar school, while Bernard worked for a television station at night. Ever since he had been moved to the night shift at WUPI, the local independent station, he had found his sex life slipping.

He was coming home when it was time for Margaret to get up for work, and vice versa.

It never seemed as if they talked to each other anymore.

Margaret had long felt her lust waining as it was, and she very seldom thought about the subject anymore. The lack of sexual activity had had just the opposite effect on the married man.

He had found himself obsessed with sex, thinking about it so much that he was starting to think there might be something wrong with him.

He had heard that some men went crazy when they approached middle age, and he feared that this was happening to him. There was still part of him that wanted to behave and be a good husband, stopping his sinning at the peeping tom stage.

But there was an ever-growing part of him that knew it was only a matter of time before he approached Marlene. He knew that she had a lot of boyfriends. His daughter seemed almost in awe of Marlene's popularity with boys.

Bernard didn't know whether or not his daughter was a virgin, but he knew Marlene had a different boyfriend every week, and that was a sure sign of a girl who putout.

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.