Date: Fri, 4 Sep 2009 13:53:45 -0700 (PDT)
From: fernandobuddy <fernandobuddy@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Baker's Daughter

	English is not my mother tongue. Try to forget that and enjoy the
rest. Thanks!

      When I was 13 I felt like I could have sex three or four times a
day. My cousin Marcos and I had been fooling around for a while and
although he would let me fuck him, I always liked most when he fucked me.
      He was 14 and had an older brother who caught us one day just when
Marcos was sliding his cock up my ass. At first he acted like he was
disgusted and ordered his brother out of the barn, telling him that he
would let our parents know what we were up to. But when Marcos left, he
turned to me and asked mockingly, "So, you like to take it in the ass,
right?" I was desperately trying to put my clothes on and said nothing when
he got nearer and said, "What about taking THIS one up your faggy hole?" He
had unzipped and his cock was out, half-soft, but quite impressive compared
to Marcos'.
      At 19 he was already a grown man, which could be also proved by the
size of his meat. He didn't wait for my answer. Instead, he closed the gap
between us and pulled my face to his hardening cock, which I took in my
mouth and felt it go from soft to rock hard as soon as my tongue began
lapping at it.
      "Oh, fuck, you do know how to suck a cock little cousin. Oh, shit!"
He didn't let me suck him longer, because he pulled me up, turned me around
and pushed me against the sacks of beans and stack of hays, exposing my
naked butt. "Oh, yeah, look at that butt! Has my little brother fucked you
a lot?" He asked, but apparently he didn't expect any answer because he
went on saying, "Of course he has! But now I'm gonna fuck this soft butt of
yours, little cousin", and I felt his hands squeezing my butt, spreading it
with both hands, causing my wrinkled hole to stretch.
      I heard him spit and turned my head in time to se him lathering his
cock and then my hole, which was still slick with Marcos' spit. He told me
to spread my cheeks with my hands and I felt the tip of his cock touch my
hole as he forced it into me. I knew what to do and allowed him to enter
me.
      When he felt that the head of his cock was firmly lodged in my ass,
he crushed my body against the sacks with his, and replacing my hands with
his on my asscheeks, spread them apart and thrust hard, driving his cock
all the way in, until his pubes touched my buns.
      I cried out and he groaned. He reversed direction and plunged in
again, making me feel his rod hitting deep in my ass. I thought I was gonna
die, but soon I began to feel horny again as I felt him pant in my ear, his
breath quick, and his cock sliding in and out of my butt. Soon he was
saying, "I'm gonna cum, baby! I'm gonna dump my load in you tight
asshole. Oh, fuck, here it comes... I'm gonna
cum... nooooowwwwaaaarrrghhhh!" And I felt him shoot his load down deep
inside of me.
      He waited for a moment, his cock still pulsing weakly inside my ass
and then pulled out, leaving me open and empty, already missing his body
against mine. He pulled his cock away and told me that whenever he wanted I
was to be there for him, and then left.

      After that day he usually would fuck me at least once a week. Soon I
discovered that he had spread the news about me and men started to come to
me, seeking for favors. The first one I'm gonna tell about was the baker,
Mr. Hamilton.
      He was a big guy in every sense. Big body, big head, big hands and
big belly. The first thing one would think of at seeing him for the first
time was that he was a bear, maybe because he was also hairy. But the first
thing that came to my mind when I first met him was a horse, or a bull,
because he exuded vitality and strength.
      But Mr. Hamilton was also a gentle man and a little shy. Therefore, I
was surprised when he came to me one day and said that he wanted to talk to
me in private. Marcos' brother worked for Mr. Hamilton but until that day I
had no idea that he had been spreading rumors about me. So, when
Mr. Hamilton finally guided me to the back of his bakery after he had
closed the doors on a Saturday afternoon, I still had no idea why he wanted
to talk to me in private.
      With his hand on my back he said that I was handsome and that he
liked the clothes I was wearing as he squeezed my shoulder. Just then he
opened a door and I saw that we were in his living room. He told me to take
a sit as he sat in front of me and casually start to unbutton his shirt and
then unbuckle his pants and throw them away, saying that it was very hot
and that he needed to feel comfortable after a hard working day.
      At first I was surprised because I had always thought he was a shy
man, but then my attention was attracted by what I could see thru his
boxers when he spread his hairy and trunk-like legs and scratched just
below his balls. What I saw was a large bulge that stretched the fabric of
his underwear.
      When I looked up our eyes locked and he reached his arm gently and
pulled me in his direction as he said tenderly, "Come here, pretty boy, I
know what you've been doing with your friends in the neighborhood and I
promise I won't do anything you don't want. Even James, who works for me,
said that you have helped him a lot. And since I live alone and no one has
ever done to me what they say you do, even being so young, I want to be
your `friend' too". And then he put his hand on my head and pulled me
toward his crotch.
      "I bet you even want to suck this big fucking cock, don't you son?"
      Without uttering a word I licked my lips and kissed the large lump in
his underwear, not believing things had developed that fast and I felt it
grow and twitch at my touch. He smelled of man and his underwear was damp
with sweat, but that only made me feel hornier. He reached the back of my
head and gently pushed it down on his bulge and I immediately began licking
the underwear fabric, getting it wet.
      I did that for quite some time, then Mr. Hamilton pulled out his
enormous cock and I suddenly had that pillar of flesh rubbing against my
face, lips, nose and then in my mouth, and I heard him whisper, "That's it,
boy... suck on it... Yeah! Uhhnnnn... that's good! Suck my cock, baby, suck
it".
      I didn't make him wait. I peeled his cock off, exposing the blotted
purple head, and then I took it into my mouth and forced my head down on
him as much as I could take and bobbed on his cock slowly, savoring every
inch of that fat meat. He kept saying dirty things to me, like, "Fuck, man,
that is goooood! Yeah, suck more... you're my little girl, aren't you?
You're my pretty little girl!" I felt him pulling my shorts down and
voluntarily I snubbed my ass and be began kissing it and scratched it with
his beard, plus a few gentle slaps.
      His crotch was already wet with my saliva and I felt him slide his
fingers over my butthole. He took them to his mouth and then rubbed my
little hole in circles until he pushed one inside me and started moving it
around. I moaned in ecstasy and wiggled my ass in the air and he kept
saying that I was his little girl and that I had a tight little pussy. By
then two of his fingers were moving inside me.
      My head was dizzy and the scent of his cock was all over my face and
mouth and I felt my body on fire when he said, "You're a hot kid... I wanna
fuck you... I wanna eat you little ass... can you take me?" And I said, "I
don't know, Mr. Hamilton", "But you want it, don't you?", he asked. I say,
"Yes, I do, but it's very big".
      Then he got up, pulled down his underwear and his cock was totally
revealed to me, making me see that it was much bigger than it seemed to me
while I sucked him. "C'mere, kid, get rid of you t-shirt too..." I obeyed
him and he took me to his bedroom and told me to lie down in his double
bed. Then he opened his wardrobe and said, "I want you to do me a
favor... but you have to promise you're not gonna tell anyone, it's a
secret... will you?" "Sure", I answered and watched him rummage in his
closet and I felt like I was a "little girl" in that big bed, which smelled
of man. I was extremely excited because I knew I was going to be fucked in
a bed like a woman, and not in barns or in the woods.
      When he turned around he was holding in one hand a make-up kit and in
the other he had a tiny pair of red panties and bra, and he said, "I'm
going to ask you two things and I hope you don't mind: first, I want you to
call me Daddy; and second that you put this panties on and let me put some
make up on your face".
      I felt a knot in my belly because the idea of "becoming" a little
girl was extremely hot and I said ok almost immediately. Then he took my
face gently in his hands and applied some make-up on my face, blush, eyes,
and a bright red lipstick on my lips. That was when he said, "Now your name
is `Angie', OK?" "OK", I said, not understanding why he wanted me to call
`Angie', but not caring about it. I got up and looked my reflection in the
mirror, and applied some more lipstick. Then I put the panties on, which
were small, and he fixed them so they were buried in my crack, splitting my
asscheeks, making me almost cry in pain and pleasure.
      "Ah, Angie, you are so beautiful... look at this dolly little ass of
yours... fuck you are so hot, Angie!", and he made me turn in front of the
mirror to appreciate the magic effect two pieces of lingerie had given me,
in spite of the pressure the panties were causing on my cock, which was
hard and I had to reposition it to ease the discomfort.
      He motioned me to climb the bed and I recognized a look of happiness
in his eyes. His cock was so hard that I could see it was leaking from the
enormous purple head. I took his cock in my hand and collected the string
of precum, to then engulf the head of his meat. He collapsed heavily on the
bed and I used the moment to make him spread his legs as I sucked on his
cock, forcing it down my throat until I almost gagged.
      Mr. Hamilton began moaning and groaning and I felt him caress my
butt, squeezing my cheeks and forcing a finger into my pinky rosebud. He
reached with his hand and got a little bottle of Vaseline from the
nightstand drawer and made me lie facing the mattress, with my butt in the
air. He smeared his cock with a large amount of Vaseline and then I felt
him pull my panty aside, exposing my hole, and he began greasing me as
well, his big finger making a work of reconnaissance while lubing my
inside.
      He then came on top of me and I felt the head of his cock touch my
asshole. I kept my asscheeks pulled apart and he put his cock at the
entrance to my hole and began entering me, forcing his cockhead into
me. There was this flash of pain and I kind of squirmed, but he tightened
his grip on my shoulder and pushed a little more of his meat into my
resistant hole.
      When he felt he was firmly wedged and would not slip away, he lowered
his body over mine and I felt his beard touch the left side of my face and
he whispered into my ear, his voice full of desire, "Oh, what a wonderful
ass you've got Angie... Ah, Baby, I'm fucking your little asshole..." as he
slid slowly his long and fat cock into my ass, which clamped down on him.
      I was in pain, but the feeling of his body crushing mine on his bed,
the feeling of his beard against my face and the lusty quality of his voice
telling me that he was fucking `his Angie', made me feel like a bitch in
heat and felt I needed to have that macho man breeding me. He pulled his
cock backward and then forced it down into me so that soon he was
completely buried in my ass. When he felt he had reached the bottom, he
squeezed me into his arms and grinded his crotch into me, making me feel
impaled on his spit.
      I let out an involuntary cry and he stopped his thrusts and asked me
if I wanted him to stop. He sounded so worried and ready to pull his cock
out of my ass that I said, "No, please, fuck me... fuck my ass... fuck my
ass...", and he eased his cock back out until just the head was inside and
made another hard lunge into me. I grunted at the force of it as he took my
ass, pounding into me with a fury found in the lust he seemed to have kept
for just that moment.
      Even though his cock was deeply buried inside me and I was undeniably
given to him, he acted as if he wanted permission to proceed.  "Can Daddy
make love to you?"  He asked, his hips moving back and forth, sliding his
cock in my hole, making it travel almost the whole way out, stop and wait
until I said, "again, please, give it to me again... I want it...", and he
plunged it again, making his cock disappear inside my ass.
      Then he said, "Call me Daddy", and I said, "Yes, Daddy, fuck my
ass... fuck me, Daddy..., eat my ass... Oh, Daddy, it's so goooood! Fuck
meeeeee..." My words seemed to have an special effect on him, cause for a
few minutes he pounded my ass uncontrollably, plunging in and out of my
slick asshole, while he said, "Ah, Daddy's little girl... are you enjoying
Daddy's cock, are you? Daddy used to fuck your mom thinking of you,
Baby... Now I am fucking you, Sweety! You have such a nice ass... so
hot... I'm gonna cream your asshole, Pretty..."
      And he kept fucking me, talking to me like a father to his little
daughter for a few minutes, while he drove his cock into me. I could feel
him slide in and out of me; could feel him moving his hips in circles,
stirring his stiff poker around inside my guts; could feel him grinding his
crotch into me, his balls slapping against my ass as he kissed me on the
face, licked my ear, kissed my neck and even shoved his tongue in my mouth
when I turned my face to him.
      "You are SO much better than Mommy, Angie!" And kept humping me. Just
then I heard him say, "Ah, fuck, Sweety, I'm cumming... move your ass,
Baby... move your ass to Daddy... I'm gonna cum Daddy's Angie..." I push
hard against him as best as I could due to the fact that I was completely
under his weight and power when I felt his cock thicken and his gasping
breath told me he was going to give me his juices...
      He surged now, arching into me, and exploded inside me... The hot cum
shooting like fire into my bowels. He shuddered and humped rapidly into me,
again and again as he unloaded his sweet man juices, his hot love pouring
out of him into me now.. his jizz being unloaded deep inside my rectum and
his balls pressed hard against my stretched hole, as if trying to get in
themselves. The sweat from his chest was gluing us together.
      He collapsed onto me, letting all his man weight rest on top of me,
panting and holding me tightly against his chest and he kept us that way
until his cock stopped pulsing and slipped naturally out of my cum filled
asshole, followed by the excess of his semen my hole could not keep
inside. It seeped and trickled down over the back of my nut sac before
dripping and splattering onto the sheets.
      He rolled over on his side and was breathing hard. He looked over at
me, smiled and put his hand on my head and began stroking my hair.  "You
really are a good girl.  You have made your old man very happy tonight,
baby.  Did you like what we did?"  "Oh, yes, Daddy". He was there, sprawled
on his bed and I saw that his cock was still swollen and covered in his own
jizz. I took it in my mouth and cleaned him completely with my tongue,
removing every trace of cum in his balls and pubes. Then he kind of awoke
of his lethargic state, caressed my face and said that my makeup was a
total mess and called me "hot little girl".
      I got up and headed to the bathroom and sit on the commode. Then he
entered the bathroom to take a leak and that was when I made one more
eccentricity. Maybe taken by the high voltage o sexual desire that still
coursed thru my body, I spread my legs and said, "You can piss here,
Mr. Hamilton...", and I held his cock in my hand and directed it to my
chest and he started pouring his warm, yellow piss that hit me and ran down
my belly, crotch and legs.
      When the last drop finally fell, I took his cock into mouth once
again and played with it around while he looked down on me with a satisfied
grin.
      I took a shower, put my clothes on and when I returned to his
bedroom, Mr. Hamilton was lying on the bed only in his underwear and I
realized something I had never noticed before: Mr. Hamilton was a very
handsome man. I laid next to him and he said, "Kid, what happened here
today will remain here, OK?" And I said, "Yes, Daddy... this will be our
secret forever". When I used the word `Daddy' a large smile appeared on his
face.
      We got up and I told him that I had to go home. In the living room he
picked his pants and fished a bill from his pocket and gave it to me. I
looked up to thank him and he placed his big mouth over mine and kissed me
goodbye.
      Not long after that I found out that Mr. Hamilton had been married
once and that his wife had left him and took his only daughter with her. At
the time the girl was only 9 years old and her name was Angela.
      We met many other times after that day, and I had the chance of
wearing some of the clothes his daughter had left behind and he kept on a
trunk (the ones that could fit me, of course), skirts, blouses, his wife's
bras, school uniform and even high heels sandals he bought specially for
me.

      After Mr. Hamilton, there was no stopping me...