He massaged my shoulders and the back of my neck firmly.
I could feel all of my anxieties vaporizing with his touch.
I no longer feared the pain of having my precious cherry popped.
Daddy rubbed his way down my spine toward my sweet ass cheeks.
He pressed on each of the little bumps in my slightly arched backbone.
I propped myself up on my elbows with my forearms and palms flat on the bed.
I lifted my head and groaned deeply as he touched my buttocks.
Daddy pulled the cheeks of my ass as far apart as he could with his left hand as he ran the middle finger of his right up and down the sensitive skin in the crack of my tender butt.
Daddy massaged my asshole for a second and moved his finger down to the base of my pussy. I squirmed a little more beneath his caress. I pulled my knees up under my body. I kept my head low. My chin was only a fraction of an inch from the bedspread. I crossed my wrists just below my chin, still supporting the weight of my upper body on my elbows. I arched my back as sharply as I could and raised my ass up in the air. I had my knees so far apart on the bed that the cheeks of my ass and the lips of my pussy parted a bit in the process. As I lifted my ass a little higher I knew that a deliciously feminine curve was forming at the small of my back. Daddy knelt behind me. His cock was sticking straight out in front of his loins — standing at attention, and I could feel the tip throbbing against my right ass cheek for a moment. Once again I found myself thinking of anal intercourse, and I wondered if Daddy would have enough spunk to fuck me there after my cherry popping was through. I hoped so. Of course, I knew that it would be no tragedy if Daddy were too pooped to pop after he fucked me. I figured that he and I had a lifetime together. I knew that I would never have to worry about finding a boyfriend. I would always have my Daddy to give me all of the hot sex action I could possibly need.
Daddy used his hand to guide his cock head to my pussy slit.
For a moment I could feel his piss hole rubbing my love button.
This felt very good, but there was no way he could make me come in this way.
My clit's role as center of my womanly pleasure had been usurped.
I could feel a new magic spot forming — deep inside my poontang.
There was a ball of craving fire near my dimpled cervix by then.
I could tell that something wonderful was going to happen when Daddy rammed the rock-hard head of his cock against that new focal point of yearning close to the mouth of my womb. I could tell that he was going to make me come with that first violation of my virgin vagina in a way I had never come before.
Daddy slid the tip of his cock up and down my pussy slit slowly. I found it damn near impossible to keep my ass still. I was wagging as if I were a happy puppy with a long tail. Daddy lubricated the head of his cock with the plethora of cunt juice that was flowing from my cooze. My pussy was so wet with my natural lubrication that it was saturated and overflowing. I could feel my poontang honey rolling hotly and thickly down my grossly parted inner thighs — making the milky white skin there all wet and shiny.
Daddy moved the head of his cock to the base of my slit — which was on top when I was on my hands and knees.
The force of gravity was in favor of my breasts in that position.
My boobs looked even larger than they do usually.
The nipples were burning and hard, protruding from the tips.
The nipples were brushing against the bedspread as I rocked.
Daddy adjusted his hips so the shaft of his cock would be at the appropriate angle for deep penetration.
'Are you ready, pumpkin?' Daddy asked me in a tight voice.
'I don't want your cock. I need your cock,' I said to him.
He tensed, and began to push forward with his hips. I know that his ass gets very tight when he is fucking. He tenses the muscles in his ass cheeks and presses his buttocks together so firmly that the world's strongest man would not be able to pry them apart with a crow bar.
I could feel the pressure increasing on my inner cunt lips — but for a long time nothing seemed to happen. I wasn't opening up for him. I thought that we had both bitten off a little more than we could chew. Once the penetration began it all happened rather suddenly.
The head of his cock moved in me before I was mentally prepared.
My inner labia were stretched further open than they had ever been.
The flesh was taut, stretched.
I swear I would have torn had he been a millimeter thicker.
I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my maidenhead.
Daddy didn't stop pushing forward at any second. His exertion was smooth and steady. Then he stabbed very hard and I could hear a tearing sound between my legs. I heard myself let out a sharp cry of pain and I felt as if I had just been stabbed in the cunt with a red hot poker. The pain rifled up to my brain and my mouth fell open. My lips quivered and I drooled a little on the back of my wrist. I could feel something warm and sticky mixing with my natural lubrication inside my saturated quim, and in a moment of raw horror I realized that this was my own blood I was feeling.
I was no longer a little girl — that much was for sure.
Daddy had used the head of his cock to make me a woman.
He had popped my cherry like a cork out of a champagne bottle.
Even though the major obstacle between Daddy and complete penetration had been torn away brutally, it would still be no easy task to get the entire length of his cock inside me.
My pussy was all shriveled and closed from lack of use and Daddy had to pry it gaping open using only the tip of his awesome tool of manhood.
I was extremely pleased to find that the sharpest pain from my cherry-popping only lasted a matter of seconds. It was replaced with a dull ache.
I found that the ache blended perfectly with the ache of desire I was feeling. I could tell that Daddy had been right about the elasticity of my cunt flesh.
I could feel the tip of his cock moving deeper into my pussy a fraction of an inch at a time, getting ever closer to the magic spot deep inside.
I could tell that the worst was over. Just as Daddy had said, I had nothing but a lifetime of womanly pleasure to look forward to at that point.
Daddy pulled his ups back tightly over his teeth. His face was half in a smile and half in a grimace as he shoved downward with his loins.
His eyes were opened only into slits, and his face had turned as red as a beet. I could see beads of sweat forming a straight line across his brow.
Daddy let out a loud grunt that completely emptied his lungs of air and drove the tip of his spear into me hard. He hit the magic spot at the mouth of my womb.
Just as I had figured, I immediately burst into an orgasm that was different from anything I had ever known before. My very first deep-vaginal climax.
I found that it was shorter and sharper than the clitoral comes I had known, but it was just as fulfilling, as the ripples of joy spread to fill me completely.
I screamed bloody murder as I came. I could feel muscles at the sides of my vulva relaxing so the rapidity of the violation was increased.
Daddy was beginning to touch me in places that I didn't even know I had — places I would have sworn up and down couldn't be touched from the outside.
The tip of his massive dick was pressing against the back wall of my pussy and I knew instinctively that there were several inches left to enter.
I could tell that Daddy was going to stretch the moist, pink, swollen walls of my seething vagina to full capacity — both length-wise and width-wise.
I was going to be filled to the brim with his cock meat.
I would be impaled.
He was going to drive to my core.
He found the center of my womanly being with his urgent penis.
He made me feel like a colorful butterfly on a pin on display under glass. He managed to get the entire length
