Chapter 5
Daddykins used the tip of his mammoth member to move to girl's love button in a series of slow circles-as well as other geometrical shapes. Tammy Mae moaned.
The man then rubbed the tip of his cock slowly-ever-so-slowly-up and down trhe whole length of the cunt slash.
Daddykins did this for several reasons. For one thing, it felt very good for both of them. For another thing, she wanted to cover the head of his cock with natural lubrication.
Daddykins was smart enough and sexually experienced enough to know that the initial penetration of Tammy Mae's cunt was going to be easier for the both of them if both the head of his pole and the mouth of her hole were wet and slippery.
The man then moved the head of his cock to the base of her cunt, and he left it there. He tensed his ass cheeks.
He took a deep breath and he began to press. His ass cheeks were as hard as a pair of rocks from his tensed muscles.
Tammy Mae could tell that the man had his ass cheeks pressed together so tightly that they COULDN'T be pried apart.
Not even with a crow bar.
Not even by the World's Strongest Man.
She could feel the pressure on her pussy growing a little bit stronger all of the time.
Tammy Mae concentrated every ounce of her attention on the unadulterated relaxation of the muscles beside her poontang.
She wanted her cunt to open, for Chrissakes. Tammy Mae was not trying to keep Daddykins's cock out at all.
But the cock was not entering.
The cock was not even beginning to enter.
"Baby?"
"Yeah, Daddykins?"
"Relax."
"I am trying."
"Open up."
"I am trying."
"Let me in."
"Press harder."
"Shit!"
They were both starting to get frustrated by this non-action.
"It is impossible," she said.
"No."
"Your cock is too thick," she said.
"No!"
"My cunt is too tight," she said.
"Not true!"
"It is physically impossible."
"Don't be absurd."
"It is like putting a square peg in a round hole, Daddykins."
"Nonsense."
"Why? How?"
"I can tell there is only one thing that is going to get your pussy to open wide enough to take my cock."
"What?"
"Brute force."
"My God."
"Luckily for the two of us, I have lots of brute force," Daddykins said.
"Ohhhhhh," Tammy Mae said.
Daddykins once again inhaled and filled his lungs with air.
"Just relax now."
"I can't."
"Do the best you can."
This time Daddykins did not let the air out of his lungs slowly. This time he grunted out all of the air at once.
Tammy Mae could feel a blast of wind striking her right in the kisser. At the same time Daddykins shoved down with his hips as hard as he could.
He was sadistic.
Punishing.
Brutal.
He stabbed with his fleshy lance as hard as he fucking could!
Tammy Mae's pussy opened, all right. Her cunt opened until it was gaping mouth. Tammy Mae could feel the head of the man's cock forcing her cunt to open further than she would have thought physically possible. Tammy Mae could feel her cunt flesh stretching further than it was possible for cunt flesh to stretch. Tammy Mae could feel her poontang stretched like a rubber band is stretched when a rubber band is stretched to the snapping point.
There was a frightening moment or two when she thought she was going to be split into two by the man's pole.
She could feel her already protruding inner cunt lips stretching open far enough to hold Daddykins's bulbous head.
"Do it, baby," he said.
"Daddykins," she whimpered.
The man could feel the tip of his cock touching the thin wall of membrane at the mouth of the girl's vagina. Daddykins knew-what the thin wall of flesh was. He knew that it was her cherry. It was her hymen. It was her precious maidenhead, the thin wall of membrane that had been for much too long the sole guardian of her chastity.
He stabbed downward again.
That was all she wrote.
POP! That was the sound that her cherry made when it popped. Daddykins made his daughter's cherry pop like a cork out a champagne bottle. Maxy Mumm felt a twinge of guilt and then great pleasure. Her virginity was gone. Forever. Tammy Mae felt as if something had been torn from her something that would never ever grow back. Not just her cherry. Not just her virginity. But her childhood itself. Tammy Mae had been graduated into woman-hood by her father's prick!
Tammy Mae heard the popping sound coming from between her thighs. Tammy Mae had her inner thighs parted at that moment to an obtuse angle, an angle that was wider than a right angle, so that her thigh muscles stretched.
There was a fraction of a second between the popping of her cherry and Tammy Mae's realization of the pain, as it took her central nervous-system that long to get the awful message to the already reeling gray matter of her brain. But the pain finally did arrive and when it did, Tammy Mae did the predictable thing.
"OWWWWWWWW!" Tammy Mae said.
Tammy Mae screamed bloody murder.