Unknown - Daddy_s darlings - sweet young things

Daddy rolled over on his back and I began to stroke his thighs. I moved the tips of my fingers to the base of his huge wrinkled scrotal sack so I could tickle him lightly there. I cupped his balls in my palm with my fingers spread apart and I heard him moan. I could actually feel his testicles beginning to swell, and I could tell that the ache was returning there. Daddy's cock began to grow. I could see that the head of his prick was becoming engorged before the rest of the shaft; I clutched his balls securely and pumped them regularly, imitating his natural throbbing. I released my grip on his balls and moved my hand to his cock, which was visibly larger and harder by this time. I lifted the head of his dick from the inside of his muscular thigh with my right thumb and forefinger and moved the phallus to the flat, hard plain of his belly so that it could grow to be a full-fledged boner with increased comfort. I arched my fingers and ran the tips up and down the underside of his cock, all the way from the base to the tip. I could see that the blue veins along the underside of his lance were once again swelling and becoming dilated, so that his dick was regaining its craggy appearance. I stroked him gently until he was as hard as a rock.

"Now, Daddy?"

"Yes, pumpkin."

"What position should I get in?"

"Get on your hands and knees so I can take you from behind."

Daddy wanted to fuck me dogggie-style. That was okay by me.

I didn't really give a shit what position we did it in.

As long as his cock got inside my pussy it would be just fine.

I sprawled on my belly and folded my hands beneath my cheek.

I pressed my loins against Daddy's bedspread for a moment and gyrated my hips, making a gurgling noise in the back of my throat from my growing incestuous lust. Daddy straddled my ass.

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.