WARNING. This story depicts a homosexual relationship between an

older man and a boy. Because of graphic sex, and adult situations

be mindful of the laws where you reside.

The story is completely fictional, none of the characters in the story

are real, other the names of geographical location nothing in the

story really exist.

Do not take any part or whole of this story without the author's

permission.

This is my first stab at story writing so be kind. I hope someone

reads and enjoys it.

Something Extra

At an early age I developed a real fascination with cross-

dressers and cross-dressing. Each year I waited for the arrival of the

Sears and JCPenney back-to-school catalogs, which fed my juvenile

fantasies. I loved looking at young models in training bras and school

uniforms. I guess they were real girls, but in my imagination, they

were boys like me. My admiration of crossdressers has stayed with all

of my life.

My folks left me quite well off and provided me with an excellent

education. I graduated with an MBA, and got extremely lucky in the

stock market. I'd put together a portfolio that made me financially

independent before I turned 40.

I got married in my late 20s, had 2 kids, and lived a normal

straight life for 35 years. My wife died of cancer a little over 20

years ago. We raised two daughters who married well.

After my wife died and my kids left home, a four-bedroom brick

colonial in Edina was too much for a 64-year-old guy. Two weeks after

it was listed, the house sold for 20% over the asking price.

Leaving Minneapolis behind, I bought a new place located on a lake in

Northern Minnesota not far from Bemidji.

The house is about 2500 square feet, with a living room, kitchen, and

office on the lower level. The upper floor is made up of a master

suite and a guest bedrooms. The master suite consists of a sitting area

with a natural fireplace, a sleeping area, walk-in closets, and a

en-suite bathroom.

The bathroom is area comprised full marble double vanity, a wall-

mounted toilet and bidet. The separate bath area is a "wet room"

with creamy beige ceramic floor and wall tile, a large walk-in shower,

and a freestanding spa/bathtub.

There is also a small studio apartment with its own entrance over the

garage, and a workshop and man cave in the basement.

Privacy isn't much of an issue. Houses along the lake are on large 1/2

acre lots and are screened by mature trees.

On my own again, my interest in sissies reignited. I never thought

of myself as gay, but considering the amount of time I spend watching

TV/CD porn videos, I had to face the fact that I was least bi

curious. I had one real-life TV/CD encounter in my early 20s. I met

her in a gay/tv bar near the main bus station in Minneapolis. I'm

afraid I disappointed her, though, because after getting to second

base in a dark booth, I chickened out.

Just over a month ago the house adjacent to mine sold. A family of 3,

along with another adult male in his late 20s, moved in. I've only

actually met the younger boy, a petite 18 year old kid with long

blonde hair and dazzling blue eyes, named Calvin.

According to Calvin, his mother is a doctor with a practice in

Bemidji. His father is a stay-at-home dad who cleans the house, cooks,

and does whatever chores his wife assigns. Calvin, although he is in

his late teens looks much younger. Because of his small stature he was

homeschooled. The other adult male, Jason, seems to work for

Calvin's mother in some way, but Calvin is very vague about what

Jason's role in the family actually is.

As I've said, I never considered myself gay, but boyish features

Calvin took my breath away. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him.

From my bedroom window I watched him as he busied him self

around the property or walking along the lake shore in just

tee-shirt in and a pair thin cotton shorts.

The weather in May in northern Minnesota is still pretty cool. The

last cold spell of the winter was a little over a month ago. The water

temperature of the lake couldn't be more than 60 or 70 degrees. The

boy must have been freezing, splashing around in the ankle-deep waves

wearing only a small speedo.

One day I was mowing the grass, and I noticed a barely noticeable path

leading from the tree line to the unused playhouse. Over the next

couple of days, I kept an eye on the backyard to find out who was

prowling around out there. It didn't take too long to spot Calvin

sneek into the playhouse. I wondered what he could be doing there.

After about 45 minutes, I decided to investigate. He was surely up to

something. I quietly approached the little house and peeked in the

window. Calvin was completely naked and had a pair of what looked like

black lace and satin panties in his hand and wrapped around his small

penis. He was using the silky garment to masturbate himself.

I opened the door, which startled him. The look on his face was

pitiful. It looked like he was about to cry.

I quickly closed the door and waited about 5 minutes before he

peeked out. There was nothing that he could really do or say. He just

whispered that he was very sorry and he begged me not to tell

his mother.

That puzzled me a bit. Why was he so concerned? He was old enough to

make his own decisions. Beyond the embarrassment of the situation why

would he be concerned about what I might say to his mother, but I let

it pass. Trying to settle him down, I told him that his secret was

safe with me. I tried o assure him that I wouldn't say a word to

anyone.

He seemed so young and hopeless I took his hand and led him into my house to

clean up. After he'd washed his face and cleared his tears. I offered

him a drink, and we sat at the kitchen table and talked.

I wasn't angry at him, I wanted him to know that. I told him

"We all masturbate now and then, but why out here; and why did you

take off all your clothes?"

His reason dumbfounded me. He told me that if his mother found out

that he had been masturbating, she would have Jason spank him. I was

again puzzled about what role Jason guy played in the family. Calvin

was 18, an adult, why would he submit to being spanked by Jason, or

anyone else for that matter.

I told Cal that he could continue to make use of the playhouse. No one

had used it since my kids played in it years ago. I told him that I'd

noticed several wadded-up tissues scattered around the floor in the playhouse

and asked him to try to keep the place neater. I gave him a wastebasket he

could use to dispose of the Kleenex and paper towel he clearly used to clean up

his cum.

Calvin visited my playhouse often over the summer months, and he grew

comfortable with me watching him come and go. As the summer came to an

end, the weather in Minnesota began to cool, and I wondered what he'd

do once the climate turned cold.

One day in late September, I stopped him and asked what he intended to

do when the weather got bad. I had a plan; he could use the studio

apartment over the garage. The room was heated, had lights, and even a

small bathroom. The only thing I would ask was that he would never

tell anyone about our deal.

He said that he would think about the offer. Two days later he

accepted. I asked him to help me clean the place up before he started

using it. The following Saturday Calvin and I climbed the steps to the

garage apartment to start work.

Since the place hadn't been used for ages, the space was full of

junk. We threw out old books, board games, pots and pans. The sort of

stuff that I should have tossed over the years. In one of the closets,

Calvin struck gold. I'd forgotten I'd stuffed my two daughters' old

clothes that they said I could get rid of in the closet, had intended

to donate the stuff to Goodwill or something, but never got around to

it.

One box contained ten years' worth of girls' underwear that they'd

grown out of. Training bras with foam breast forms, garter belts,

nylons, and panties. Another box was full of skirts, tops, and

dresses. There were also garment bags with prom and bridesmaid

dresses.

The contents of one shocked me a little. Bad girls wore things like

this when they planned to have sex. Black lace bras and panties,

corsets, fishnet stockings.

I watched Cal dig through the boxes and noted that his shorts were

seriously tenting out. It occurred to me that little Calvin might just

be a budding crossdresser. Then he said something that nearly sent me

into cardiac arrest.

"Daddy...May I keep these?"

Daddy!...why did he call me Daddy? My head was spinning. I had to sit

down and gather myself. If anyone found out about this, they would

think I was some kind of pervert. I said, "Cal, you can never tell

anyone about this."

He just smiled shyly, and said, "You know I'd never tell anyone about

you. I've known that you've been watching me since we oved here, but

that can be our secret." With a sly little smirk, he added, "I've seen

you watching me when mowed the lawn or when I strolled along the

lake. I've seen the lump in your jeans every time we've talked since you

caught me in the playhouse. I know what you probably do with the Kleenex

I throw in the wastebasket after I cum. I'm a sissy, and sissys need an

older man to watch over them."

Then climbed into my lap and said, "You can kiss me now, daddy."

I kissed him on his nose, then on his mouth. As my tongue slid

into his, I tasted the bubble gum he had been chewing. I moaned softly

and cuddled him. I was 11 again and was definitely a boy lover.

The rest of the day, Cal and I sorted through 5 large boxes of girls'

clothes and intimate apparel. Some, of course, were in bad shape, too

small, or uninteresting and were simply tossed in the trash. Other

items were too big and were put away for a later day. Then there were

the items that Cal absolutely had to try on and model for me.

He was a smallish boy about 5'4" and weighed only about 100 pounds.

Wore his blonde hair long and had bright blue eyes. He looked so

girlish and sexy wearing a training bra with "A-cup" foam inserts and

panties that couldn't hide the cute little lump in between his legs or

his round bum. He nearly made me cum dozens of times that afternoon

watching model things. He morphed my personal Victoria's Secret

catalog model.

Later that evening I realized that my relationship with Cal had

changed. Until this afternoon I was just the friendly old guy next

door. Now I was at least an accessory, if not a willing participant.

I decided that I had to have a talk with Cal about our relationship. I

sat down with him on the sofa of the apartment garage to have a

serious conversation.

He listened to me stumble through all the reasons that this would

not work. He just nodded when I made what I felt were the good points.

I told him I didn't know how to be the sort of daddy that he needed.

"Cal, I'm 64 years old, and during my life I've only had relationships

with 3 women, one of them I married!"

He just smiled, rubbed his hand over the bulge in my jeans, smiled,

and flatly said, "I need a Daddy, and you are it. Problem solved. Get

used to it." He slid off of his chair and knelt at my knees. He

unsnapped my jeans to free my cock. Taking it into his hand he lowered

his head and licked the slit and said "I'm sure that this is big enough,

and firm enough, to hold up your end of the relationship. I can teach

you everything else you need to know. I'm not a virgin!"

I was dumbstruck. "Not a virgin?" How much experience could this kid

nave, at 18 I was still a virgin? "Cal, be serious, you're barely 18,

you're homeschooled and you live out here in the backwoods of

Minnesota, I doubt Bemidji even has an adult bookstore. Who are you having

sex with, and where?"

"I've only had sex twice since we moved here, and I didn't enjoy it."

"Mom cuckolded my dad when I was 8 years old. He's completely

submissive. They're in what Mom calls a FLR (Female Led Relationship).

The guy who lives with us, Jason, is her lover. I hate him. Mom makes

me and my dad serve her, and watch while Jason fucks her. It's my job

to get Jason really hard for Mom, and my dad's job is to clean up

Mom's vagina and bum after Jason finishes."

"Mom won't allow me to masturbate except when we are watching as Jason

fuck her. She wants me to be a submissive male like my Dad. She says I

can only have sex with my fathe. If I cum while I'm being fucked, or

if I get off using my hand afterward, I will be punished by Jason. Dad

has barely been able to get it up for me twice since we moved here."

His father...what? "Cal, you have sex with your father?" I asked.

"If you can call it that, " he replied. "He he's a bottom he is really

only interested in when Mom's next period is. When she's on the rag,

Dad services Jason, and I have to do both jobs. Getting Jason hard,

and cleaning dad's ass afterward."

"I think the reason Mom doesn't allow me to masturbate without her

permission is she thinks that Jason is attracted to me. She has a

special flashlight that she examines me with. She also checks my

clothes and the bed sheets in my room. I'm afraid to leave any

evidence that I've cum without her permission. That's why I take off

my clothes when I use the playhouse. If she detects a cum stain

anywhere, I have to take my pants down in front of her and dad, and

lie over Jason'sknees for a spanking."

"Jason did try to rape me once after a spanking, but mom noticed him

leading me to his room and got really pissed off. I tried to tell her

that it wasn't my fault, it was Jason's idea, but she wouldn't believe

me. She accused me of trying to seduce him".

"What the fuck, Cal? This is rural Minnesota, that sort of thing

doesn't go on here." I said, "Do they know about me?"

Cal blanched, "God no! But I'm going to talk to her about you

sometime. Lately, Dad only seems able to get it up for Jason, and I

definitely don't want Jason anywhere near me. Dad just sits around

sniveling most of the time. She's got to know things need to change."

After I recovered from Cal's revelations, I left the apartment and

went back to the house and poured myself a stiff drink, and I sat

considering what I should do. I've fantasized, and jacked myself off

imagining sex with crossdressers hundreds, maybe thousands of times

over the years, but I'd never believed I'd do anything. This situation

with Jason and Cal's mother really complicated the situation.

In the end though, I really wanted Cal; I was falling in love, which

overpowered my good sense reasons for not moving forward.

I saw my GP, and told him that I'd met a 55-year-old woman that

seemed interested in a relationship and I thought I'd need some

Viagra.

He wrote me a script, and told me that the world had changed a lot

since I was a young man. "You need to wear a condom. There is little

chance you could get her pregnant, but STDs are running wild among

seniors now."

Although I was now armed with my little blue pills, and a package of

ultra-thin lubricated condoms, I couldn't get my head around actually

having sex with an 18-year-old boy. Cal's "talk" with his mom

really brought the problem into focus.

Cal's mom called me two weeks before Halloween and asked me to come

over for a "chat". I walked over to see her the next day.

We sat and talked in her home office. We spoke frankly about Cal and

his dissatisfaction with his role in her family, and his fear of being

raped by Jason.

She said that her concern for Cal stemmed from his small stature.

She shared with me that Cal's dad was a complete submissive who could

never be a real man. "Our marriage, " she said, " was arranged by our

families. My medical education was to be underwritten as long as I

agreed

to marry him and take responsibility for him for the rest of his life.

The family required that I undergo IVF to produce an heir, and Calvin

was born 18 years ago."

"Calvin shares his DNA. His small stature and 3-inch penis at his age

indicates that he could never be a real man. I hope that he would

follow his father and become the submissive husband in an arranged FLR

marriage."

I said, "Over the past months I've developed a deep affection, and

sexual attraction for Cal." I let her know that from my experience

with him, it was clear to me that Calvin was a sweet boy, but didn't

have the temperament to be a submissive. I suggested "Calvin's small

physique, and clit sized cock made him a natural crossdresser, for

which he seems to have a real appetite. Sissies have always been a

major turn on for me."

I also told her that last week Cal asked me to be his Daddy. I said,

"My major concern with being Calvin's Daddy is that I haven't had sex

with anyone since my wife died many years ago, and I have no

experience with young sissies. I'm worried that performance might be

an issue for me, but with that said I can honestly say Cal takes my

breath away every time I see him."

I admitted to her that in addition to the possible performance problem

a 64-year-old man couldn't hope to be a young trans girl's lifetime

daddy. By the time she was ready for college, she would have to move

on to other more attractive options, perhaps even the dominant half of

the FLR marriage she had spoken of.

Cal's mom asked, "Since Halloween was on a Saturday this year I would

you be agreeable to have Cal stay with you over the weekend?" She said

that since I felt Cal had shown an interest in crossdressing that

maybe she could put something together to clarify the situation. She

said, "If, as you say, Calvin could become a trans dominant sissyboy,

won't have to worry about his future. Sissyboys always marry well."

What could I say? It wasn't as if I hadn't fantasized about spending a

night alone with Calvin. We spent many afternoons together making out,

taking things beyond heavy petting.

On Friday, actually the night before Halloween, just after 7:30,

Calvin was at my door. He was wearing a pink pageboy wig, a stunning

flapper dress, and sequined strappy Mary Jane shoes. He took my breath

away.

"Trick or treat, " he bubbled out, unable to stop giggling. "But I'm

the treat, my name is Callie."

"Well, Daddy", she said, "Are you going to let your girlfriend in?"

I swept her into my arms, and kicked the door closed.

I am somewhat ashamed to say that I couldn't actually carry her up the

stairs to my bedroom; my 64-year-old knees couldn't handle the extra

95 pounds. I was rewarded, though, with the opportunity to follow

behind him as she climbed the stairs. Her dress was short and left

little

to little to my imagination. Her lace panties were so delicate that

I could see the outline of the base of a butt plug in her perfect bum.

The girl had come locked and loaded.

I asked her to wait on the sofa in the bedroom sitting nook, while

I dimmed the lights. I also needed to go into the bathroom to take

some Viagra.

When I got back, she was lounging on the sofa smoothing her 60

Denier nylon thigh-highs. I slid down next to her and kissed the back

of her neck. She shuddered and leaned back into my arms, offering me

her earlobe, which I automatically licked; she smelled of the most

intoxicating perfume. She snuggled up into my lap, and we shared a

long deep kiss, as I ran my fingers up to her thigh. Her nylons were

smooth, and her lips were creamy.

Wow, what is it about the taste of lipstick?

I'm sure she was aware of how I hardened as she climbed into my

lap, and she was moving in ways that would excite me even more. As we

were necking, she breathed into my ear, "I'm not hurting you, am I,

Daddy? Should we take this into the sleeping area?"

Callie got no argument from me, and this time I carried her to my bed.

Lying next to each other, we continued to kiss, lick, and stroke each

other.

Eventually I became bold enough to slip my hand up the inside of

her leg, across her thigh, and under her skirt. She spread her legs,

giving me a clear path to the bare skin above her lace stocking top,

and to the hardness covered by the lace panties. I'd avoided this part

of her anatomy up to now to maintain the illusion that I wasn't gay or

bi. Now I'd have to face it. I cupped her in my hand.

She was smaller than I expected. Her sack was only a little bigger

than a golf ball, and her hard-as-a-nail penis was only about 3 inches

long. I stroked her through her panties and noticed a distinct wet

spot where her penis was obviously leaking precum. I leaned in and

sucked her cock through her panties.

I pushed her skirt up higher so I could find purchase at the top of

her panties; her mother had clearly instructed her to wear her panties

over her garter straps. I tugged down on the waistband of her panties

and her to lifted her hips to allow me to pull them down on her

beautiful legs.

Her 3-inch clit was leaking, and she had no pubic hair that I could

notice. I couldn't resist taking her cock into my mouth, which

caused a shudder to pass through her whole body. She moaned a little

and bucked her hips, pushing her prong deeper into my mouth. The sweet

taste of her flesh combined with the perfume she obviously sprayed

there to entice me was enough to send me to the precipice of a

premature orgasm.

When I quickly jerked my mouth from her, she gave a frustrated little

squeak. "Daddy! Why did you stop?"

Shamefaced, I looked into her eyes and confessed, "Baby, I am so

sorry, it's been so long for me that I almost lost control. I almost

came in my pants." She started to giggle in the most adorable way.

"You were doing it so sweetly that I was about to cum too. Neither

my father nor that strutting thug my mother is fucking ever made me

feel so good. Then she sat up and said, "Darling, it's about time I

visited your bathroom to get ready for the rest of our night. Would

you run out to the garage apartment and grab my overnight bag?"

By the time I'd returned, she'd removed her Halloween costume and wig

and was taking a bubble bath. I set the case on the counter, and when

I turned to leave, she asked, "Daddy, will you help me with my bath?

I'd love you to wash me. I want to be your little girl."

How could I resist? Washing her body and hair was one of the erotic

types of foreplay that anyone can imagine. When she got out of the

bath, she told me to open her overnight case and find the enema bag,

hose and nozzle that she'd brought with her.

"Mom said you could help with this. Normally she helps when Dad wants

to have me, but it's been a while since I let him near me. I've been

saving myself for you.

Cleaning Callie out wasn't as disgusting an affair as I thought it

would be. I enjoyed extracting the butt plug from her bottom. She said

that her mother told her that I would appreciate the butt plug because

it would loosen her sphincter. It had been months since Callie had

sex, and older men sometimes find it difficult to penetrate a boy's

special place.

Three full bags of water later, she asked that I lube her bottom and

reinsert the butt plug. Then she French kissed me and sent me off to

the bedroom to wait while she "made herself "pretty".

It took Callie a little over an hour to prepare himself. Her make-up

was kept light. Pink eye shadow, glossy pink lip gloss, and glittery

mascara to bring out Calvin's feminine image. She wore a gauzy

blue lace baby doll nightie with a matching thong and garters, blue

lace-topped thigh-high nylons, and satin bedroom slippers.

I'm sure her mother coached her on how to glide into the bedroom.

How could a 14-year-old boy know that? The image of her will be

branded on my retinas until the day I die. Callie was a wet dream

walking.

I swept her into my arms and kissed her deeply as I carried her to

my bed. As I set her down, I noticed her pretty 3-inch clit tenting

her panties. She had a delicate blue ribbon around her small boyish

genitals. I said, "Callie darling, I want you so badly. I want the

taste of you in my mouth before I do anything else." I peeled her

panties down to expose her petite cock and took it between my lips.

Callie squeaked and raised her hips, pushing her cock past my lips to

my tongue again. Her precum was sweet and salty at the same time. I

could spend the rest of my life sucking this delicate orderve.

I kissed, I licked, and I ran my tongue over her pee slit. I was in

heaven.

It only took a few minutes to give my gurl her first orgasm of the

evening. I cum was thick and creamy, and I got three hot shots against

the back of my mouth. I held it there and climbed over to her on the

bed and kissed her, sharing her cum with my first boygirl.

I did my best to slow things down; I kissed, I cuddled, and I tickled.

When I sensed that she was becoming frustrated with all the teasing

and foreplay, I asked her to lift her bottom so I could remove her

panties. Once done, I took a second to fold and tuck them safely in

the top drawer of my nightstand. "Those are mine now, I'll cherish

them for the rest of my life."

On all fours between her legs, I continued kissing and licking her

cock, and balls. Then lifted her legs and spread her thighs and told

her "It's time to get that plug out of the way. Darling, you're going

to help me with this, I've never had sex with a boy."

I guess I pulled the plug out too quickly because she let out a little

moan. "Oh, I'm so sorry, sweetheart." With an evil grin I said "Let

me kiss it and make it better".

As I kissed her rosy, pink hole, I pressed my tongue in a bit before

the gape opened by the plug closed completely. The taste was a bit

salty, with a bit of a fruity aftertaste from the lube that was used

to put in the plug. Then I eased myself up so I could reach her

nipples with my mouth. I sucked her nipples through the lace

covering them and tasted the fruity flavor of lipstick she used to

highlight her perfect nipples. After slowly stroking her taint and

rosebud felt her body stiffen as I watched her enjoy another orgasm.

Using the distraction, I used my index finger only lubed with precum

and what remained from the plug to enter his boy pussy. Her eyes were

still tightly closed and she was breathing raggedly. "Callie, baby.

Are you alright? I'm not hurting you, am I, baby? You have to help

daddy through this." I searched with my finger for her prostate.

"Callie, sweetie, you've got to tell me when I've found you love

button".

She moaned, "Daddy. Right there, my God, it's so good, keep touching

there." I moved my mouth to hers and kissed and kept kissing while I

milked her juvenile sweet spot. Her body tense and she moaned again so

deeply that I was afraid I'd somehow hurt her, but the blissful look

on her face encouraged me to continue. She told me later that I'd

given her a sissy orgasm and it was far different from any orgasm

she'd experienced.

This latest orgasm spurred me to actually try to fuck her for the

first time. When I noticed the orgasmic bliss leaving her face, I said

Callie, I'm going to fuck you now. Do you want me to wear a rubber?"

She shook her head, "No, Daddy, I want you to breed me tonight. I want

to carry your seed inside as long as I can."

I lifted her legs and pushed them back to her chest. I said, "Sweet

girl, help daddy find your pussy. Honey, take my cock and put it at

the entrance of your hole and relax as much as you can. I'll try to

be gentle, but I don't really know what I'm doing, so I'll leave it to

you to tell me how and when to push."

I didn't really have to ask her to tell me to push because she moved

her hips in a way that caused the head of my penis to penetrate her.

We stayed like that for about a minute or two, then she said, "Daddy,

push in a little, but slowly. Don't stop, keep going even if I cry a

ttle. I know it hurts a little at first, but I've been fucked before."

I started using long slow strokes, pulling nearly out of her, the

slowing, moving my cock back deep inside. Callie seemed to go

somewhere else as I fucked her. Her eyes seemed to lose focus, her

breath hitched. "Oh, oh god...Daddy, I feel so feminine.....I love

this. I've never felt this way before. Keep doing it like that....yes

yes yes. I feel so full, so stretched. I can feel your pulse through

the walls of my pussy."

She was so tight. Her internal temperature was noticeably hot. She

rocked her hips, clearly trying to rub her prostate along the ridge in

my cock. I'd never felt anything so incredibly erotic.

I had to concentrate to keep myself from Cuming. I wanted to go on

forever. I'm 64, I told myself, I have more control than those 2

pumps and dump kids. I kept telling myself that, but the urge to

squirt was becoming too hard to resist. "I've got to pull out, baby,

if I cum now don't know if I'll be able to do this again tonight." She

squirted again as I was pulling myself out of her.

When I managed to catch my breath, I said, "We have to cool it down

for a little bit. I am an old man, and your pussy is so hot and tight.

I think this is what snorting cocaine must be like. One taste and I'm

hooked!' I managed to pull out before I spilled breeding of her pussy.

I held her as she came back from her orgasm. She was so soft and warm

in my arms, my dick wasn't fully hard anymore, and I became concerned.

Callie, honey, " I whispered Daddy has to run to the bathroom for a

second. I think I need another blue pill."

She frowned and grabbed my softening cock, "You're not going anywhere

Daddy. I've been fluffing Jason, and my limp dicked dad, since I was 9

years old. I can get over ripe banana hard."

"Relax, Daddy, we have all night. I've seen you get hard when I lifted

my leg to get on my bicycle."

As we lay together with her in my arms and her legs wrapped around

me, I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand: '1:48'. We'd been

making love for 5 hours.

Callie stirred a little and crawled out of my arms, turning her body

so she faced down the bed. "Okay Daddy, I think you have had enough

rest. Lifting her leg over and settling into a 69 position on top of

me. "I want you to eat my pussy while I raise your beautiful cock from

its sleep. It's already stiffening; this shouldn't take long at all"

she said as the head of my cock slipped between her lips.

My god, her bum looked so good. I licked from the point where her hard

3-inch clit met her sack, across her taint to her puckered rosebud and

I felt her small body tremble as I pushed my thumb inside her. In

revenge she removed my cock from her mouth and wet her index finger,

and a swift move slid her finger into my ass, quickly finding my

prostate. She'd worked her magic; I felt that I could punch my stick

through a brick wall.

Eventually I rolled her over and brought her to her knees so I could

enter her from behind. "This will be harder, faster, and deeper this

time, darling, let me know if I get too rough."

The head of my penis was a dark shade of purple, and bigger than I'd

ever seen it. I entered her with just the head, paused for a few

seconds, and pulled it out. I entered a second time and pulled out,

letting her gap close up. I fucked in and out of her about 4 or 5 more

times. Short, quick strikes. Opening her sphincter and allowing it to

close. I wanted her to really feel like she was being fucked. On the 6

stroke I went balls deep with one hard push. She cried out, "fuck me

hard daddy, breed me, make me feel like a real woman".

She came again before I finished inside her, 5 shots of juvenile cum

soaking the bed sheets. Dam it must be wonderful to be 14. I was able

to keep on for another 30 seconds, but the contraction of her anal

muscles as she came was too much for me, and I bred her with one last

frantic stroke.

I doubt I'd have a career as the leading man in porn videos; at that

moment I felt like one. As I began to soften and slide out of her, she

farted a little. A quiet, cute girlly sort of squeak, and cum dripped

out of her. I licked up my seed and greedily swallowed it.

Then I took her into my arms and held her until we drifted off to

sleep. Today was Halloween; the weekend had just started.

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