”See? I told you I sometimes surprise myself with what comes out of my mouth. I didn’t for one second think that I sounded confident or controlled.... I was a full, man-sized chickenshit, and I didn’t care that she knew it. I did let go of my dick, though. A little. It was no longer quite in the death grip I had put on it earlier. Blood flowed back to the head, and my fingers ached less.Candy didn’t say anything yet. She kept looking at me with that poker face. But now I could see something else. I felt some pain as his cock is big for my small ass hole.But bearing the pain I pushed myself back and took more of his shaft into myself. He held me by my sides and banged his full length in. I just screamed in pain but still he did not spare me and kept pumping which I loved so much that I cannot explain. I was now getting less and less pain and a strange sensation was coming over me. I started to enjoy it! He pumped and pumped his hot and hard dick in to my ass. I was under development of. “My mouth is covered in your cum.”“I don’t care,” he growled, and he rolled on top of me.My eyes went wide as he pried my mouth open, exploring me, tasting me.God, Daddy was so intense.We French-kissed as I felt the weight of Daddy’s body on top of mine. He pulled up my vest, exposing my tits.“S-sorry, they’re not that big,” I said, my face flushed.“They’re beautiful.”He moved down and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking and teasing it.“O-oh God…” I moaned.My fingers curled into the bedsheets. .. extreme. In college, a friend's girlfriend had learned what I was doing (I told her, proud of myself for having figured out how to stop), and she had had a fit. She was angry with me for hurting myself, not for dressing up. This was the same woman who had been angry with me, when I told her that I liked wearing women's clothes, because I stole them. On the other hand, the one time that she had taken me shopping, she had made me pay at the register, refusing to take my money and do it for me,.